It must have been around noon before Paul felt Jim start to move around in bed next to him and slowly opened his eyes to the morning light. It had been one hell of a night and he had muscles aching that he hadn't used in months. Bart had proved to be one of the best fucks he'd had in a long time. His ass couldn't get enough cock, and after he and Jim had fucked it together in a hot three way, Bart had sucked Paul's 10" slab back to life and mounted it for another long ride. Paul was a little amazed that his cock wasn't raw from all the fuckin and suckin it had been through the previous night.
Paul could feel his pole start to come back to life as he remembered the fuck feast. He opened his eyes and saw Jim still sleeping. A big grin on his face and a hard cock between his legs. "Must be thinking about last night," Paul thought to himself.
Bart wasn't anywhere to be seen, and when he got up to take a piss, found a note taped to the bathroom mirror.
"You fuckers are one hot pair. My ass has never had such attention or felt so great. You men know how to satisfy a hungry hole and I'm grateful to be your cum dump. Thanks buddies. Let's get together again soon."
Bart
His telephone number followed.
"Sounds damn hot to me," Paul thought. "Not too many men can take a hot fuck from two big studs at the same time and come back for more dick right away afterward. Damn, though, it's getting late, better get a move one it."
Paul turned on the shower and stepped into the warm water. Taking the bar of soap he lathered up his cock and balls that had given him and Bart so much pleasure. He knew how lucky he was to be given such a fine piece of meat and a couple of nice low hangin balls. The pleasure he'd given both men and women in his insatiable desire to fill hungry holes of flesh had been a great reward. It was no wonder he had so many friends who kept coming back to be filled by the monster that he'd so expertly learned to use with unexcelled talent. He was a true stud, and a cocky one at that, he laughed to himself. If folks liked the pleasure of his cock, he was more than willing to oblige them. Although, he had to admit, bein balls deep in Bart's ass with Jim fuckin along side had been one of the best fucks he'd ever experienced. He hadn't even needed to move, and with Jim doin all the thrustin right along side his own cock, it had been pure pleasure.
Paul turned off the shower and toweled off. After putting his jeans back on and adjusting his cock and balls, he pulled on the black boots and leather chaps that had gotten so much wear the night before. A stream of dried cum ran down the leg of the latter where Jim, after one mighty push in Bart's ass hole, had pulled out in ecstasy and shot a huge load down Paul's leather leg. Paul smiled at the man brand he'd received.
Paul finished getting dressed, put on his jacket and gloves and left Jim a note saying he'd be back later in the day after running a few errands. Maybe, he thought to himself, they could pick up from where they'd left off several days before with opening Jim's love chute and initiating it into the pleasure of taking cock.
Paul tried to gently close the door as he went out, but when he turned on the big bike he'd parked in the drive, knew that if the noise from the motor didn't wake Jim, probably nothing would. He laughed at his efforts to be quiet when he realized the roar of the machine as he pulled out would wake anyone still napping in the early afternoon.
The hog felt good between his legs and the air in his face refreshed him. He wouldn't have objected to staying in bed and playing with Jim for the rest of the day, but right now a ride in the afternoon sun felt just as satisfying. He could take care of that urge tonight. Right now he wanted to open up the iron horse on the country roads around where he lived and get some bike time.
He knew the perfect road, as he turned the machine onto the state highway It was not often used since the interstate was built almost parallel to it, but the road had plenty of curves and hills that made motorcycling a dream. Paul rolled the throttle back and the bike picked up speed. Inching over the 50 mph speed limit, he continued to roar down the road topping out at 65 on the straight a ways. So far he hadn't even seen a car, the road was so deserted.
Miles rolled by as Paul laid the bike around the corners and raced up and down the country hills. The adrenaline raced through his veins as he became one with the machine in a unified form of steel and leather. Paul was lost in the rush when suddenly the flashing of red and blue lights caught his attention in the rear view mirrors. "Damn," he thought to himself. "What the hell is he doing out here?"
Paul slowed his bike down and pulled over to the side of the road while a police motorcycle pulled up behind him. Unknown to Paul, he'd stopped next to the rest area where Jim had mated his new found fuck buddy just the day before.
Paul watched as the cop dismounted his own HOG and walked toward him. The policeman was at least 6'6", wearing a tight leather motorcycle cop jacket over his barrel chest, unzipped half way down, half helmet and tight short gloves. He also had on the mirrored sun glasses that reflected everything and added a mystery to the person behind them. His stride was long in his knee high black polished boots with a tight fitting stretch biker breeches tucked into the tops. Paul gazed into the mirror and couldn't take his eyes off the crotch of this guy. It wasn't his imagination that this fucker was huge in the manhood department as the material bulged around his amply filled basket.
"It's a great day for a ride," the cop said, "but do you know how fast you were going, man?"
"Actually, officer, I don't, I was distracted and my mind was elsewhere," Paul stammered as he kept eyeing the cop's cock that was outlined through his pants. Hell, he could even see the outline of the head of the monster the patrolman was swinging.
"Looks like you still might be," he grinned, noticing that Paul's eyes kept drifting from looking into his sunglasses down to just below his belt. "But that's not entirely unusual, considering the weather and road and all," the cop grinned, rubbing his gloved hand over his cock.
Paul wondered if he should take the bait and let this hot stud know that he was interested in more than motorcycling right now. "Yup," he said, rubbing his own crotch and squeezing his hardening cock, "lot of things out here to distract a man, and get him all excited," he smiled back.
"Pull in the back of the rest area over there and maybe we can get your mind back on important matters. Can't have you too distracted while you're ridin. Better to take care of those things before you get back on the road," the cop said as he squeezed tightly the big cock that was obviously coming to life down his leg.
Paul started his machine and the cop followed him to a parking area near a picnic table out of sight of the highway. Paul had barely turned off his bike and dismounted with the big cop walked up to him and planted a big lip lock on his mouth. With helmets knocking together, his hard tongue worked its way deep into Paul's mouth and began probing insides.
Coming up for a breath, Paul moaned, "You are one hot fucker, man"
"Thanks buddy. I was hopin you'd be up for this when I pulled you over. I thought the same thing when I saw you tear off down the road. You are so hot in your leathers," he said. "By the way, the name's Jake."
"Jake, I'm Paul, and it looks like this might be one of the best rides I've had on this road in a long time."
"Hope so," Jake said as his leathered hand worked its way into Paul's jacket and found a hardening nipple, pulling it roughly. With the other hand he reached down to Paul's crotch and squeezed on the boner he'd sprouted. "I just think it will be," he said as he locked another wet kiss hard on Paul.
Paul would have been foolish to think that Jake was not experienced in stopping guilty drivers and knowing what to do when they focused on his cock and balls in his tight motorcycle pants. At least once a day he'd be propositioned for someone to work over his cock. He never took women up on their offers, though. He'd learned early in life that although most girls were at first interested in the giant meat he carried, most chickened out or made him pull it out when he'd just started to dive in. Men, on the other hand, had always worshiped his cock, and a hot ass could work him over unlike any female pussy could, he imagined. Through experience, he'd been able to develop a talent to seduce even the straightest men. When they saw his snake start to grow, they were as interested in touching and feeling it as anyone. When that happened, he was pretty sure he'd have their ass. First giving them a good blow job while they played with his cock, and then getting his tongue in their hole and getting it all wet, followed by his long fingers playing with that hot male gland, the prostate, most were eager to have him continue stroking that love nut with his long cock. Leather bikers, though, were his favorite. The smell and feel of leather usually got him and most biker studs he'd met were hot for some good fuckin.
Jake knew Paul was one of those men. He could tell Paul wasn't a regular in getting fucked, but he needed and wanted it now. Paul put both arms around the stud's muscled back and pulled him closer. He rubbed his own cock up against the beauty that Jake had between his legs Two big cocks started sawing back and forth in a primal dance of superiority. Rubbing, measuring, comparing, to determine which man snake was going to be superior and take the other first
Knowing from experience that the stud to make the first move usually ends up on top, Jake moved his hand to his zipper and slowly pulled it down. The cool air felt good on his hot skin as he grabbed his hard cock and pulled it out of its tight confine. "Is this what you were looking for buddy? Is this what you wanted when I pulled you over?" he whispered into Paul's ear just before his tongue worked its way inside. "You wanna feel this big cock?" he urged as he took Paul's hand and wrapped it around the thick shaft. "That's it man, your hand feels so good on my cock. It's all yours. Do with it what you want. Kiss it and make it your own."
Paul felt the powerful cop put his hand on his head and gently push it down. Paul knew what his new friend wanted, and Paul was anxious to oblige He had to have that hard piece of steel in his mouth; deep in his throat. He needed to taste the precum that by now was flowing from the hole on the big cock head and getting his glove wet.
Paul fell to his knees, his eyes and mouth even with the big dick. He was eager to take the whole thing, but first wanted to feel the balls that were still encased in Jake's tight pants. Licking around the head with his tongue, Paul reached inside and felt for the hanging ball sack and pulled the low hangers out. Damn, he thought, they perfectly matched the big cock whose head he was now slurping over. The man's nuts must have been as big as golf balls and hung from a big ball sack. Pulling on them made Jake moan in pleasure. Soon Paul had the big cock half way down his throat and pullin hard on the ball sack. Opening as wide as his jaw would go, he leaned his back and willed his throat to open. The giant head slid past his larynx and soon he felt the big balls resting on his chin. Paul couldn't breathe, but he didn't care. He had every inch of this stud's beautiful cock down his throat.
"Oh yeah, man, take that cock down your throat. Pull on those balls and make em yours. It's all yours, buddy. You know you want it ever which way." Paul's head was moving fast over the hard cock now as it pistoned itself into his willing mouth and down his tight throat. The cop was keeping Paul concentrating on the shaft with his hand on the back f his head, forcing it to accommodate the huge intruder. Yet Paul didn't gag; he wanted to satisfy this man. He needed to show this stud he could take anything he had to offer, and it soon became obvious that the stud leather cop was going to offer much more
"On your back over your bike, buddy," the cop ordered. "And get those jeans off in the process. I need to taste some ass."
Paul let the big boner slide out of his mouth and stood up. His hot cop stood before him and started to unbutton his chaps and jeans. He pulled them down and Paul stepped out of them. "Put the chaps back on," Jake commanded. "Ok," he said when Paul once again had the chaps belted off, his hard cock and butt now exposed. "Now, straddle your bike backwards, with your back over the gas tank."
Paul mounted the bike, as told, and laid down over the tank, his ass on the seat and cock sticking straight up. "Oh, yeah, man, that's how I want you," Jake moaned. "Good and open for me" Jake's one gloved hand started milking Paul's hard erection and the other started working on the low hanging balls. "You got one fine tool, there, man. Bet you've made a few boys squeal in your time," he said as his tongue started to circle the enflamed head. The cop's long tongue circled the big head of Paul's shaft and darted into the piss hole on top. Paul moaned as the stud's mouth closed over the helmet head and slowly worked it's way down the entire shaft. "Damn," Paul thought, "this stud can stuck a mean cock too, and he's got me so fuckin hot." "That's right fucker," he moaned, "eat that man spear and suck out all the precum that's flowin."
Just as Paul thought about all the precum he was churnin out, he felt the cop's leather finger circling around his tight ass hole, working to get inside. He watched as the stud took his leather finger and put it in Paul's mouth. "Suck on this and get it all wet. I want to work that tight ass of yours over and get it hot and excited," the cop urged. Paul took the finger in his mouth and got it as slicked up as he possibly could, knowing that the finger would soon be working over his tight rose bud.
With his mouth still working over Paul's big cock, his finger probed once again at the man hole beneath. Circling it in anticipation, the finger finally pushed hard to gain entrance. Paul knew what pleasure awaited its entrance, and pushed out to welcome the intrusion. The finger glided into the hot tunnel, and soon was rubbing on waiting prostate inside.
"Oh fuck yeah, stud. You found it. You got this hole hot and goin, man. Keep rubbin that love nut and you'll have this cunt open in no time."
"That's what I'm workin for, man. Aim to fill it full of this cock you just feasted on," Jake snarled. "Don't want to tear you up before I fuck you good, though."
"Hell yeah, man. Get it good and open. I need that big cock of yours bad. It's been too long since I've had a good fuckin. I want that fat dick deep inside. Make me your cop bitch." Paul couldn't believe the words he was uttering. He was rapidly becoming the bitch pig with this man he found so powerful. He hadn't been fucked much before, but he knew this was one hunk he wanted to take his pussy and fill it with cum. And without missing a beat, that was exactly what Jake intended. Soon he had two fingers working open the hole that was now welcoming the hard thrusts. In fact, Paul pulled his legs back to his chest to allow the cop easier and deeper access. His head was spinning as the man kept sucking on his shaft while fingering his chute.
Finally Paul couldn't take it any more. He needed this man bad; wanted his very being deep inside. He wanted to give himself to this stud and bond with him.
Eric quit his furious blow job and asked Paul, "Are you sure you're ready for this? It might hurt at first? I'll be gentle,, though."
"Hell yeah, stud," Paul almost screamed, "I've been waiting for this for a long time. I need you to breed this bitch and fill me with your cop cum. Fuck me now stud."
Jake left his fingers in Pauls enflamed ass and mounted the bike. He took a packet of lube from his jacket pocked and tore it open with his teath He squirted a big blob on his swollen dick and the remainder on Paul's enflamed hole. Jake worked it as deep inside as he could, and jacked his cock to spread that around. He took Pauls legs and put them over his shoulders and with his hand, aimed the giagantic spear at the open hole. "Ok, buddy. You know what to do. I'm goin in now, nice and easy. I need this man cunt of yours bad."
Paul felt the giant head probe at his enflamed hole and push steadily until it popped inside. The outer ring snapped around the cock head, trapping it inside. "Oh man, you are so fuckin tight," Jake moaned, as he slowly pushed more hard dick inside Paul's welcoming chute. "Just a little bit more, buddy, and you'll have everything I got to offer."
Paul's ass had never been opened so wide as with the gigantic shaft now buried deep inside. His legs shot out to allow more access. He felt every inch of the monster invade as it rubbed on his enflamed prostate, sending electric shocks through his body. Paul took a deep breath at the sudden invasion and pushed out on his ass hole like he was taking a dump and felt the big boner glide the final few inches to his very depths. Jake rested a few minutes, knowing he'd bottomed out. Both men looked deep into the other's eyes while getting used to the feeling of that initial entry; Paul to the fullness of having a big cock deep inside his gut; Jake to the tight and hot wetness that surrounded his manhood. Both men basked in the pleasure they were giving each other, when Jake leaned over and planted a big wet kiss on Paul. "Oh man, you are so fuckin tight and hot around me. I can tell you like my cock up there cause your pussy is so tight making me feel so damn good. "
With this Paul gave his butt a squeeze to let the invader know that he was right, he wanted that cock in there and to make it feel good. Jake took the cue and pulled his swollen shaft part of the way out and slammed it back in.
"Oh fuck, man, that's what I want. Feed me that cock Lay it deep in my gut. Rape my hole," Paul urged.
With possession of the hole and permission to ravish it, Jake pulled his fucker out until only the big flanged head caught on the outer ring. Feeling the cool air on his exposed muscle, he rammed the rod back in. Picking up speed his hips battered the man, forcing his dick into parts of the ass that had never been invaded before.
"I love you cock man. I love what it's doin to me. Keep fuckin me hard man. Keep your balls bangin on my ass. I'm gonna cum man. You're gonna make me cum. "
Jake knew he could get Paul to off at any moment, but he didn't want to yet. This was one of the best fucks he'd had in a long time, and he wanted it to last. Paul knew how to work his ass and take the boner that was being fed him. He'd fucked enough hot men to know what a stud wanted. He knew how to squeeze the big cock when it was pulling out and open up when it slammed back inside. How to work in rhythm with the hung stud and fuck back as he was accepting the offering. Paul couldn't get enough and eagerly used his hot chute to suck the energy from the mighty dick.
Jake picked up speed as Paul worked over his shaft from the inside. "Oh fuck man, you've got one hell of a fine ass. You really know how to work over a man's cock," he snorted as he rammed in deeper. Sweat was flowing off both men as they worked in unison. One giving every inch of his manhood; the other taking all that was offered. Every time Jake forced himself into Paul's upturned ass, Paul rose up to meet it, to get it deeper, to ride it harder.
"Oh man, you are fuckin me so deep. I love you cock in my ass. I'm gonna cum man. Rub that giant head over my love nut again. Fuck yeah! You got it good man. Make me cum fucker. Fill me up with your man juice."
Jake picked up speed, thrusting savagely into the hot butt he was about to breed. "You got it buddy. Fuck yeah I'm gonna fill you good. Get ready to be splashed. Come for me at the same time, pig. Cum with me, man. I'm gonna shoot. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuuuuuck," Jakc screamed as he shot volley after volley into the hot man before him.
Paul felt the big cock in his now enflamed and loose ass hole swell up and he knew the powerful man was about to take his ass and make it his own. Feeling it rub even more of his excited prostate made him lose all sense of where he was. "Gawd damn, stud, you're making me cum, fuck this boy's ass and make him cum. I'm cumin for you, man, here it cums. GAWD DAMN FUCKER," he roared as the first load from his balls shot out onto Jakes leather jacket. He could feel Jake pumping big loads into his hot ass as he shot round after round onto the stud's chest. Both men lost all sense of time and space, their very being existing only in their cock and man hole and the pleasure each was deriving from the hot sex from the other.
Jake finally finished blasting the hot man below and fell forward onto his chest. His cock still hard and rooted in the man's chute he'd just taken. Sweating and panting from a hard work out, both felt the pounding heart beat of the other.
"That was so fuckin hot," Jake finally said between gasps "I don't think I've had such a good fuck ever."
"I know I sure haven't, Stud," Paul moaned, "and for a man who usually does the riding, you can take this boy's ass any day, Mr. Policeman."