The Long Trip part 12

I headed out on the highway again. Denver was always someplace I wanted to see. The mile high city has some interesting stuff,  but the enormous horse, and the Denver Airport murals were some sightseeing destinations along the way. I am a bit of a conspiracy nut, and I had to see those controversial paintings. As you approach the airport, there stands, rearing up on it's hind legs, a gigantic blue Mustang with glowing red eyes. It's at least 30 feet tall or taller, a most imposing figure,  nicknamed "Blucifer" I  had been told by a friend that this was infact the hub airport for the Masonic Illuminatti. Not only were Leo Tanguma's murals called "Children of the World Dream of Peace" sometimes grotesque and sinister, but the center of controversy in the west. I headed to the bar and grabbed the menu, I was up for a bit of day drinking and noticed a burly tall cowboy type with a large mustache and a black hat drinking alone across the bar. He saw me and raised his glass, smiling a coy but interested, "I'd like to fuck you" smile. I waved and settled into a chair. The barmaid was leaning over to him and then turned, grabbed a bottle and poured two healthy shots in a rocks glass. She walked it over to me, and said "The Gentleman would like you to try this on him...""What is it?" I asked, " Macallan Rare Cask scotch....it's really good!" I was impressed. This 18-30 year old whiskey was around $30 a glass, he seriously wanted to impress me and he did. I raised the glass to him, grinned and threw it back. The warm feeling flowed straight down to my already wet pussy. He was rugged and handsome,  and I stood up to mosey over next to him. By the time I reached for my purse, he was already behind me caressing my back, "No! Sit Darling!" He insisted,  pulling my chair back out like a complete gentleman.  I smiled, and looked into his hazel eyes, his stubble brushed my shoulder as he bent to pull his chair closer, and I nearly creamed right there. "I'm Russ, pleased to meet-cha" he stuck out his big hand I extended mine and he pulled it to his lips planting a kiss on my knuckles. I wanted to fuck him right there. I pretended to slip off my chair a bit, and went to steady myself with my hand thrust between his legs. I brushed past his erect mound and did, completely gush cum in my panties. The girth of his rod was huge, I dare say at that time I thought,  I'd never get it in my mouth,  but eventually later that day, I did.

We continued drinking, and started talking about the conspiracy theories surrounding the Airport, and he, being a local, began to fill me in on some of the strange details. He told me how, before it was finished, "Blucifer" actually killed his creator Luis Jiménez, when a section of the Horses head fell, and crushed him while painting it. Russ knew all the creepy details, and told me about a friend who was an electrical engineer, and had worked on the airport during the building phase. He claimed that he was checking a newly installed elevator,  and pushed the sub level basement button. He said it took him to about 14 floors down, and when it stopped, he emerged to a hall with incredibly high ceilings. He said he walked to a set of doors that were at least 18 feet high and about six feet wide, he had to reach up to push the bar to open the door, to a bathroom with gigantic urinals, with the bottom basin at his eye level. These things were clearly designed for giants, as no human would ever be able to use them. I was imagining giant cocks dangling for a wee. I licked my lips as he continued to tell me about the Dedication Stone, explaining the airport was funded by “The New World Airport Commission." A virtually non existing entity. He later showed it to me, with the Masonic Square and Compass with the G in the center, the well known signature of the Templar Masons.

By the time we reached the last mural, on his tour, we were holding hands like school kids. He invited me to his ranch only a few miles from the airport. I had planned on staying at the Mariott, but he insisted. And I just couldn't resist. He told me he was seeing a friend off at the airport and had stopped for a drink when we met. It was serendipitous at best, to find such a well versed conspiracy theorist, and big dicked hunk wrapped up in one sexy package. 

We went back to his ranch, fed his horses, I had followed him in my rental truck, and grabbed my weed from the cab. I rolled a joint on his porch, then we got stoned, Russ confessed that he hadn't smoked weed since high school and that was the highest he'd been in twenty years. We laughed and went inside to immediately rip each others clothes off and fuck like wild animals. Exhausted I fell asleep in his arms with one hand holding his coke can circumferenced cock. Being fucked by him was both exhilarating and addictive and we engaged several more times during the night. I did try to suck him off, but his bulbous cock head barely fit in my mouth.  I proceeded to tongue lash his frenulum until he gushed like a newly struck oil well. 

The next morning I pondered staying a few more days, just to enjoy his beautiful tool, and strong masculine manhandling ways, when I  noticed the pictures on the wall of a loving couple, Russ, and a very attractive blonde woman. "Who is that?" I quiried. "Uh...My Wife" he said sheepishly.  Looking down. "Still together?" I asked, and he nodded to the affirmative. Not looking up from the floor. "Shit, the best ones are Always taken!" I blurted. He explained that she was the friend he'd dropped off at the airport.He looked at  me and grinned, saying "It sure was fun to meet'-cha" that was my cue to head on back out, on my journey. I had a friend who was an architect in Park City Utah, who was expecting me anyway. "It was fun while it lasted!" I said as I grabbed my things and walked out to the porch. I thought he might follow me out, but he stood inside, as I walked to the rental, I looked back a few times before pulling away, but he never reappeared. I chocked it up to an exceptional night of intrigue and passion, and sometimes, even to this day, I still dream about his monster cock.