Chapter 1
As Jason Bogart sat behind the wheel of his faded yellow pickup truck, he whistled a merry tune while anticipating the moment that was immediately at hand.
He was on the way to his girlfriend Ellen Stacy's apartment, the only woman the dark-haired construction worker had met in the last three years who really meant anything to him. Bogart curled his shaggy black mustache, wrinkled his almost perpetually furrowed brow, and started to lick his lips with salacious anticipation. He had just put in a long day under the broiling Arizona dessert sun on a condominium project in nearby Glendale, and off and on his concentration had been interrupted by thoughts of the voluptuous blonde beauty with the firm jutting breasts and long, well-tapered legs. Every time that her threshing delectably nude alabaster body loomed in his lust-craving mind, his always ready cock immediately stiffened inside the tight-fitting faded blue jeans that he always wore to work. By the middle of the afternoon it was all Bogart could do to keep his mind on his work. All he could think of was the welcome mellifluous sound of his foreman announcing that it was five o'clock and time to knock off for another day.
When that long-anticipated moment ultimately arrived, Jason Bogart had removed his handkerchief from his pocket, mopped the profuse beads of sweat from his brow, then made a quick move toward his truck which was parked a little over a hundred yards away.
"Hey, Jason, how about joining us for a few pitchers of beer and a few games of pool?" a short, stocky fellow worker named Joe called out as Jason's long, powerful legs made quick strides like those of an ambling antelope toward his truck.
"Sorry, Joe, but I've got something to do," Jason stopped quickly in his tracks, turning to face Joe.
"Considering the way you're moving," another man standing next to Joe, a tall, slender, bald-headed man named Lou laughed, "you've got something real important on tap."
"Damned important," Bogart emphatically nodded.
"Seeing as how it's even more important than playing pool and drinking beer with Joe and me, it's almost got to be a piece of ass," Lou laughed a little louder than before, quickly being joined by Joe.
"Best piece of ass in Phoenix," Bogart vigorously declared, walking several steps toward his truck, reaching inside and yanking his still perspiration-laden white T-shirt that he had worn in the morning and discarded after it became heavily drenched with sweat. He hoisted the shirt over his sinewy, bronzed torso, then turned to face Joe and Lou once more. "I'll amend that a little," he winked boyishly. "Hell, she's the best piece of ass in Arizona."
"If she's that good then at least put in a good word for your two friends," Lou said.
"That'll be the day," Jason Bogart laughed, opening the door of his truck and stepping inside, easing his well-muscled body into the front seat behind the steering wheel. "You're both nice guys to work with, drink with, play pool with, trade some dirty jokes with, but I ain't steering you or anybody else to my prize choice pussy."
"Up yours, fair weather friend," Joe said, flipping his friend Jason the bone.
Joe went through his brief procedure with a straight face, then burst into loud, uncontrollable laughter, as did Jason and Lou. Hell, Jason thought, he could take a good joke as well as the next guy.
Jason started up his truck, cupping hit hands over his mouth and calling out one last parting message to Joe before departing.
"Go out and pick yourself up a fresh piece of ass or beat your meat, Joe old buddy, but don't expect me to do you no favors like that." Jason teased his buddy, after which he gunned the engine of hit truck and was off in a flash, leaving Joe and Lou to watch the trail of dust that he generated.
Jason had no formal date scheduled with Ellen that night but should that matter? Hell no, he thought, as he drove his truck speedily toward the tiny bachelor apartment where he lived in Phoenix. Lately he had been showing up just about whenever he pleased at sexy blonde Ellen's place, specifically whenever he needed a good piece of ass, and those occasions were becoming increasingly more frequent the better that he got to know her. The tough construction worker liked the fact that she was not a fickle little pussy like so many he had known. Here was one woman, he smiled joyfully, who knew what it was like to cater to a man's needs as well as her own. If he needed a piece of ass and his balls were agitating with mounting incessant fire, Jason liked the feeling of knowing that he could call on Ellen to put it out.
Once that he swung his truck into his garage space and stepped quickly into his small steaming bachelor apartment, immediately opening a window to let in some air he knew it would be only a matter of minutes before he took a cool refreshing shower, then stepped into a sport shirt and slacks, after which he would be on his way to Ellen's. As he stood under the refreshing shower spray whose profusely spurting droplets infused him with new life in his tingly, freshly alive body, Jason thought about giving Ellen a quick call before leaving to let her know that he was on his way, but he finally discarded the idea, preferring to surprise her instead. Just thinking about her caused his responsive cock to instantly thicken, its meatiness standing out as it dangled between his hairy legs. He examined the purplish head of his spongy inflated rod and recognized just how acutely he needed some satisfying sex from his blonde lover.
As he stepped out of the shower and dried his hairy muscular body with a fresh clean black towel, he thought about the fact that Ellen would be arriving home somewhere in that vicinity. She started work a little later than Jason and got home slightly later as well, being employed as a receptionist at a small Phoenix hospital. The now clean and dry Bogart stepped into his bedroom, putting on a fresh pair of briefs as he thought back to the day that he first met Ellen. He had been working on an addition to an office building when a piece of lumber was accidentally dropped from a raised platform by a fellow worker, landing with a thud on the side of Jason's head. He felt dizzy and his head erupted with blood at the spot where the lumber had hit him. The man who had dropped the piece of lumber apologized profusely, then begged Jason to drive him to the closest, hospital, which happened to be the one where Ellen was employed. Even though his head hurt like hell and ached worse than most hangovers he had experienced, Jason was still compelled to sit up and take notice when his alert eyes caught their first glimpse of the dazzling blonde in the white outfit seated behind the desk. He kept thinking about her during the time that the doctor was sewing stitches in his head, quickly closing his wound, and while tests were later administered to determine if he had sustained a concussion. Before he left he knew he just had to at least make a move to find out if the blonde was anywhere near as interested in him as he was in her.
Following a brief period of small talk to get acquainted, Jason had leaned over her desk and asked her for a date. To his overwhelming joy, Ellen Stacey accepted. His good luck continued a few days later when he received his test results and learned that he had sustained no concussion. As far as Jason was concerned, it was worth it to get clobbered by a piece of lumber to get to meet somebody like Ellen. Hell, for one thing he knew that his head was as hard as a brick to begin with, a piece of information he consoled his frustrated fellow worker with in the anxious moments following the accident.
So now he was driving down the road, a few miles over the allowable speed limit, and he had to caution himself to slow down. After all, with his cock anxiety-ridden and just dying to stab and slash with overriding zeal into the tight crevices of Ellen's elastic pussy, he just could not possibly risk getting stopped for a ticket.
Jason peered up at the sky overhead and observed the sun beginning to slip behind the mountains in the distance. In not all that long a period of time it would be slipping behind the mountains altogether and disappearing in one last florid red and gold design as sunset would eventually give way to evening.
He could feel his hard resolute cock beginning to tug with sturdy insistence inside Jason's trousers and shorts as he moved ever closer to his destination, his blonde lover's apartment. The scalding emotional floodtide tugging at Jason Bogart's loins began to stirringly increase as he thought back to the last time he had seen Ellen Stacey. It was two evenings earlier and as he began to recall the events of that highly enjoyable encounter his heart started to pound with unswerving acute need. Damn, he thought, there was just no way that he could get too much of Ellen. She had it all as far as sexual magnetism was concerned, the kind of purring female panther who could incessantly keep him burning on all cylinders and cause his bulging prick to be maintained in a perpetual state of hungry burning hardness. He thought about all the female relationships that he had summarily ended because they were not fulfilling enough for him. He was a hot-blooded, virile male and he expected a woman who was not the least bit afraid to put out. About the time he got complaints that he was a sex crazy animal, or about the time that he became bored with a woman's sex style, he would abruptly end things. With Ellen things were markedly different. He just couldn't get enough and every lusty sex interlude would conclude with him counting down the days of hours before the next would take place.
And so his thoughts shifted back to two nights earlier at mid-evening in Ellen's apartment...