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Ajax Part II--A Fling With Robert Conrad **editors note - before reading this story you may want to check out one called "Ajax's Fantastic Fantasy Machine". Without having read that one first you'll be a bit confused from the very start of this one; ROBERT CONRAD - The Flintstones were over, but another cartoon had replaced them. I moved on to the next channel where Julia Child was roasting a rack of lamb. I was tempted to go help her, just to meet the grand old broad, but pushed the "channel up" button instead. "Oh shi-i-it!" I said, coming to a channel that featured reruns of old TV shows. Robert Conrad is an old grey-haired fart now, but back in the late 60's he had a show called the "Wild Wild West" in which he played a secret agent during Ulysses S. Grant's presidency. His character, James West had all sort of gadgets and always got the girl at the end of the episode. Robert Conrad apparently did all of his own stunt work for the show, and I remember being turned on by the sight of his compact muscular body on plenty of occasions. The producers of this show were no idiots, and they found plenty of opportunities to get the story line to require Jim West to remove his shirt. I'd managed to tune in just at one of those times, with his character standing in the souped-up railroad car that he and his partner called home. I put down the remote and picked up Stanley's device, quickly pressing the "GO" button before James West had time to start buttoning up. Immediately I was there on the train car with him, standing right next to his partly clad body. He was shorter than I'd imagined him to be, but even better looking and more muscular in person than he was on the TV set. What had always appeared to be a light dusting of brown hair on his well-built chest was really quite a bit and I reached out and put my hand right on it. "Hey, you're not in this episode" he said, and I replied that I was now. "I'm the romantic interest this week" I said, and he asked if Artemus Gordon was on assignment. I'd always wondered about those two guys, traveling alone together on that train across the country. They had to get all hot and horny and I wondered how Jim West's partner managed to keep from getting turned on by his hunky partner. "Yeah, something like that" I said, adding that the next several scenes of the show were featuring other regulars and that he and I had plenty of time to retreat to the sleeper car of the train. I leaned down and pressed my mouth to his, shoving my tongue way down his throat and feeling him suck it back. I ran my hand over his hairy chest and down his muscular washboard belly until I reached his bulging basket. "Oh yeah" I managed to grunt, reacting to the feel of his big cock beneath my groping hand. I dropped to my knees there and tugged at the tight-fitting slacks that he always wore on this show. He wore a jock-strap beneath the dark blue slacks and I asked why he did that. "I'm not really James West you know" Robert Conrad replied. "He's a fictional character but I'm a real person and I do all my own stunts" "Well whose cock am I about to suck?" I asked him and he replied that it could be either James West or Robert Conrad. "Take your pick man, Stanley's machine allows for either". I was freaked out that he would know about the machine but didn't ask any questions. I started out by blowing James West, then took Bob Conrad back to his trailer on the set and shoved my big cock up his beautiful muscular ass. As I left he told me to tune in the TV the next afternoon when he'd be on "Baa Baa Black Sheep". His character there was a little older, a bad-boy air force commander who was able to go for hours without coming. "I'd love to fuck your ass as Pappy Boyington" he said, and I promised I'd return the following afternoon at 3:30. Wow, what a machine!