Bus Station Hijinks #3 See parts 1 and 2 for introduction. Comments welcome to Cgard43@hotmail.com
Road Jockey
Harley was checking out the parking area of the station one day when a large Greyhound bus drove into the side parking lot. The sign on the front of the bus told him it was a charter and it appeared to be empty so Harley figured it was on a deadhead run. He stopped to watch but was interrupted when a big, black motorcycle raced into the lot and came to a screeching stop about ten feet from the bus, distracting his attention.
The rider climbed off the bike, took off his helmet, and headed for the station. He was in his early twenties, very strongly built, and good looking in a very masculine way. He was average in height with dark brownish hair that was cut in one of those rather spiky cuts. Even at the distance, Harley could see what looked to be a dark stubble of beard on his face. He was dressed in faded levis and a plaid shirt, both of which fit snugly. Harley watched curiously, then almost jumped when the biker deliberately groped his bulging basket in the direction of the bus's front window. It was obvious to Harley that he wasn't just adjusting himself. He was showing off, and probably for the bus driver's benefit.
"Interesting," whispered Harley quietly as he turned into the station and quickly climbed the stairs to his office. He also glanced over his shoulder to see the biker near the station door and he could just see that the driver had now left the bus and was headed in also. Harley ducked into his office and got to his crawl space just as the biker strode into the men's room.
The biker surveyed the scene and chuckled aloud when he saw the glory hole between the stalls and the oversized stall at the end.
"All right," he said in a deep-voiced whispered, "a nice layout for some action."
He turned and walked to the urinals and Harley got a good view as the biker ripped open the buttons of his jeans and pulled out his healthy endowment. He stroked his cock and freed his balls and was standing well away from the urinal when the driver entered and Harley got his first good look at him.
He was nice looking in a quiet, masculine way, tall and slim with short-cropped, light brown hair and intense brown eyes. Harley guessed he was probably in his late-twenties. He looked to have a nicely built frame, though his loose-fitting uniform didn't reveal much.
He walked over to the urinals and, undoing his fly, drew out his cock which Harley couldn't see very well. He casually glanced at the biker who was pissing hard and openly displaying his cock.
"How ya' doin'?" the biker asked conversationally.
"Doin' fine," said the driver with a heavy Southern twang.
"Sure glad this place was here," continued the biker, "I'm needing some serious relief." He finished pissing but made no move to put his cock away. Instead, he just stroked it openly.
"Nothin' like a good long piss, huh?" twanged the driver. Slowly he turned his head and looked directly down at the biker's exposed genitals.
"That'll do for a start, road jockey," the biker answered quietly, stroking his cock openly, "but I got a hunch you've got a better idea, don't ya'?"
"Whatcha got in mind, cowboy?" the driver asked in a low, kind of chuckling tone. "You ain't been playing road-tag with me for the last twenty miles for nothin,' I'm sure."
"Fuck no," answered the biker, "the way you been looking down at me, I figure you're wantin' to hunker down on my dick." He stepped back even further from the urinal and Harley's gaze focused on his extremely thick cock, which looked to be more than seven and half-inches long. It was circumcised and had a large, mushroom shaped head which made it appear even bigger.
"I guessed that's what you had in mind," twanged the driver with a chuckle. "You did everything but whip it out and wave it at me."
"Well, you made me think you were plenty hot to eat it," countered the biker.
"Damn right I am," the driver twanged. "Nothin' I like better than swingin' on a big cock." He turned toward the biker and reached to surround the guy's thick cock with his left hand. His fingers and thumb barely touched around it.
"Say, that's a right tasty-lookin' mouthful you're packing." He stroked the fat organ briefly then let it go to grab a handful of the biker's balls.
"At least a mouthful" the biker said, not concealing a slightly indignant tone.
"Yep, a good-sized mouthful," the driver went on, again stroking the biker's stiff cock. "It feels like you sure do need relief here, cowboy, and suckin' on this big dick'll suit me just fine."
"Good. My balls are achin' to pump a hot load down your throat, buddy."
"That's just what I'm hungry for," said the driver quietly, "and the more you pop the better I'm gonna like it." He hesitated for a moment.
"Shit, I wish that bus was empty," the driver went on, "this big cock of yours needs suckin', and I'm just the guy to do it." He stopped and looked around. "There's another driver sacked out in the bus so we can't go there, and I sure hate to risk getting caught in here."
"Damn," hissed Harley to himself fearing they would leave. The biker rescued him.
"Check this out," the biker said, walking toward the oversized stall. "This place has got plenty of room, and nobody can even know there are two of us in here. Come here and show me how you can take this cock."
He glanced back at the driver who had now turned toward the stall, just as Harley looked back too. Harley stifled a gasp. Jutting from the driver's open fly was a still-soft cock as long as the biker's was hard. The biker gasped aloud.
"Well, well, buddy," the biker said quickly, motioning the driver into the stall, "let's see what you've been hiding here."
As the driver entered the stall, the biker grabbed his long cock and then quickly locked the door behind him.
"Ain't hidin' nothing," twanged the driver, "but you been waving that big whanger of yours around like you just wanted a quick suckin'."
"Yeah. That's true," answered the biker, "but this rod of yours gives me other ideas." He stroked the driver's cock as it continued to lengthen and grow stiffer. Uncut but not overly thick, it still more than filled the biker's grasp, and was rapidly growing to its full nine inch length.
"God damn, buddy... you've got a fuckin' horse cock on you."
"Yeah. It's long and it works," twanged the driver with a chuckle. "Meanwhile I'm gettin' hungry for your joystick. Come on. Give me a taste of that big dick."
"You're gonna get it," countered the biker, his voice now showing his excitement. He stroked the driver's lengthening cock silently, his eyes locked on the growing organ.
"God damn," he said finally, almost in a whisper, "your cock's making my asshole itch for some action too." He met the other's eyes. "How about it, man? Bet you could fuck me pretty good with this baby, huh?"
"No doubt about it,'" said the driver, "but we gotta find a better place if we can. I like to fuck long and deep, and that kind of action needs comfort."
"Comfort hell," countered the biker, stroking the other's cock and getting hornier by the second, "I don't care about comfort. My butt and my dick are hot for action."
The driver stopped suddenly and snapped his fingers.
"Hey, I know," he said cheerfully, "wonder if they've got any sleeping rooms here. Some stations do."
"Sleep hell," said the biker, "come on, stud, show me what you can do."
"I'll show you, but I wanna do it right," the driver said.
The biker started to protest but the driver silenced him with a gesture.
"Believe me, man, when I get my dick up your ass and your cock down my throat at the same time, we'll both be shooting thunder for real."
He and the biker were hotly groping each other until the driver pulled away.
"Let me go check on a room," said the driver, carefully putting his long cock away. "If there aren't any, I'll come back and we'll try to do it here." He grabbed the biker's ass roughly and smiled.
"I like thinkin' about pluggin' your butt, cowboy," he said huskily, heading toward the exit. "That and suckin' your dick sure sounds real good to me."
"Yeah, well hurry," the biker said, "I'm gettin' hornier by the minute."
Above their heads, Harley scurried out of his hiding place, stuffed his cock back in his pants and quickly walked through his office and down the stairs. He greeted the driver as he walked from the rest room.
"You got any sleeping rooms by any chance?" the driver asked and Harley tried to look surprised, "I've got a couple of hours, and I'm dead tired."
"Sure," answered Harley with a friendly smile, "I'll just show you the way." He walked back upstairs, mentioning the very reasonable rate to which the driver agreed eagerly. Harley showed him into the sleeping room right next to the office, and a glance reassured him that the mirror on the wall looked normal.
"This is great," twanged the driver, pulling out his wallet and handing over the fee, "I'll just get my gear from the bus."
Ten minutes later, Harley stared through the two-way mirror in his office as the driver and the biker groped and felt each other all over next door.
"Man, I wanna taste of that fat whanger," the driver whispered, groping at the crotch of the biker's jeans. Harley cursed himself for not putting in a sound system.
"Yeah," answered the biker, "stuff that dick down your throat, man."
Ripping open the buttons of the biker's levis the driver dropped to his knees. He gulped the driver's cock deep into his mouth, groaning as the thick organ filled his mouth completely. The head of the biker's cock hit the back of his throat, and he groaned lustily. Moving quickly, the driver changed positions so he could pop his jaw and accommodate the full length of the thick cock. That made the biker react.
"Sonofabitch," the biker cried, "you've got the whole damn thing. Not many guys can deep-throat my fat dick." The driver moaned in agreement, taking matching long, deep strokes for several minutes. He finally stopped, but only for a quick comment.
"This baby's just the size I like down my throat." He gulped it deep again and sucked deep and fast, all the while pulling and twisting on the biker's balls.
"God damn, that's good head, man," the biker exclaimed as his big cock plunged repeatedly into the driver's throat. The biker let him go on for several minutes then put both hands on the driver's shoulders to stop him.
"Hey, man," the biker asked, "you really think you can fuck me and suck my cock at the same time?"
"Sure," answered the driver, who finally let the biker's thick rod slip from his mouth. He glanced up at the biker who looked skeptical.
"Hell, I'm double-jointed," twanged the driver, "I can suck my own dick if I want."
"Really?" asked the biker in astonishment, "God damn, I'd like to see that."
"Well, let's get out of these clothes," the driver twanged, "and I'll prove it to you."
They both quickly stripped out of their clothes then moved back close together. The driver reached out and pinched the biker's nipple rather roughly and the other groaned loudly.
"Oh yeah. Pinch that tit, man," the biker whispered anxiously, "God damn, you're gettin' me hotter than hell."
"That the knob that opens your butthole, cowboy?"
"Workin' on those tits makes me do whatever you say," answered the biker, "and I mean anything you say." Both he and the driver smiled even as the biker winced at the pain the driver's strong fingers were inflicting.
"Well, tell you what," the driver twanged, "first I'll prove to you that I can suck myself, then we'll get down to real business."
"Right," answered the biker.
The driver lay on his back and, pulling his knees up to his chest, began rocking back and forth on the bed. After about seven or eight motions, he moved faster and in one quick action pulled his knees back over his head. Then he began limbering up his back muscles and in half a minute of so, as the biker watch in fascination, the driver sucked the first two or three inches of his own cock into his mouth.
"Well I'll be damned," intoned the biker in surprise, "You're really takin' it, man. You've got half of that long dick in your mouth. "
"Uh-huh," mumbled the driver as he sucked and savored his own cock while it stiffened and lengthened in his mouth. It was obvious both to Harley and to the biker that the driver was giving his cock a serious sucking.
"God damn," the biker said, "you're really sucking that rod. Shit, you're almost deep-throatin' it, man." He unconsciously reached to twist his own right nipple with his left hand while his right one stroked his own stiff meat.
On the other side of the wall, Harley was beating his cock furiously, straining as he watched the driver's cock disappear almost completely into his own mouth. Harley had never seen anything like it and it was really getting him hot. He licked his lips as he watched, in an unintentional gesture.
After a half minute or so, the driver unbent himself and rose to his knees on the bed. His eyes met the still surprised gaze of the biker.
"That's really something," the biker said in amazement. "You suck yourself off like that all the time?"
"Hell no," twanged the driver, "but I can, whenever I want to." He stopped and laughed.
"I know what you're thinking. You're betting I swallow my dick every time I get a hard-on, right?" Both of them laughed at that.
"Hell, if I could suck my dick like that I'd probably be gulpin' it all the time," the biker said with a rather embarrassed grin. "Shit, that's really something."
The driver was silent as he stretched his back muscles again and the biker spoke again softly.
"I can't even imagine suckin' my own meat, but it might be fun eatin' my own cum juice that way, who knows?"
"You bet you'd like it," the driver answered with a laugh. "Seriously, I admit I get myself off sometimes. It beats whackin' off if I get really horny, but most times I'd much rather be swingin' on another stud's cock." The two guys laughed together, then the biker climbed onto the bed too.
"Well, my dick's all yours, buddy," said the biker, "and I'll show yours a good time too." He couldn't help watching the driver's still lengthening cock.
"Man, look at that monster grow." As he stroked it, the driver's cock grew to its full length of almost nine inches, and the biker moved quickly to suck the long cock into his mouth. He was hot to suck this long, stiff meat, but he found he could only take about half of it before it choked him.
The driver had moved them into a sixty-nine position and soon both were sucking hard and fast on the other's cock. The driver deep-throated the biker's seven and a half-inch meat easily, while the biker supplemented his sucking with a strong stroking hand. They continued this way for many minutes, until the biker suddenly pulled away and cried out.
"I'm gettin' close with you swallowin' my dick, man," he said. "How about it, huh? Let me feel that hot cock of yours ridin' my tail."
"You sure you want this ass fucked?" questioned the driver, and the biker nodded quickly.
"You bet, stud. Come on, give it to me."
Wordlessly, the driver moved quickly to between the biker's legs. The biker carried a handful of spit to his ass then lay back as the driver lifted his legs to his shoulders and positioned himself.
"You want it rough or gentle, cowboy?" the driver asked as he grabbed and twisted both the biker's tits furiously,
"You're the one doin' the fuckin', road jockey," the biker groaned through the tit-pain. "Fill that hole the way you want it."
"You're takin' a chance there," the driver said, but the biker shook his head.
"Go ahead, man, put that long dick of yours in me," he countered.
The driver positioned the head of his cock carefully, feeding the first inch or so into the biker's ass as he groaned then stopped. The driver's eyes met those of the biker and, with a single lunge, he drove the next four inches of his stiff cock into the biker's quivering ass pucker.
"Oh shit, yeah, that's the way," the biker called out loudly, "ram it in me! Open up that hot ass and ride me good, stud."
Once he felt the biker's body start to relax, the driver started a slow, steady fucking. With each stroke he pumped more and more of his cock's incredible length into the biker's steamy ass sheath.
In minutes, the driver's cock reached its full penetration and the biker groaned loudly again as the driver's balls slammed against his ass cheeks.
"Long, fuckin' cock," groaned the biker, "Really fillin' up my ass!" He was in his own reverie now as the long stiff cock reached sensitive places deep inside him and the driver continued to punish his tits roughly.
"Pound that fuckin' ass, road jockey," the biker cried excitedly. "God damn. I never felt a dick as hard as yours, man. It's like a red hot poker up my butt." He shuddered as the driver buried it in him to the hilt, the other man groaning loudly at the same time.
"Great fuckin' ass, cowboy," the driver twanged. "This baby's good and tight."
"Oh yeah, stud, do it like that," the biker cried. "That ass needs fuckin' just like that."
The driver needed little encouragement to fuck hard and fast, every stroke almost the full length of his long cock. Then he changed his stroke, withdrawing all but the head of his cock slowly before driving all nine inches back up the biker's rear. The biker cried out with every punishing stroke.
"Of God, yes," he cried, "keep givin' me that big fuckin' dick, man!"
Several minutes later, the driver reverted to his earlier pace, fucking him in hard, fast strokes that made the biker shake. The driver fucked the biker's ass for over fifteen minutes while the biker writhed in pain and pleasure. Suddenly the driver slowed his pace.
"You get sissy after you pop your nuts, cowboy?" the driver asked in his twang, continuing to piston his cock in and out of the biker's ass repeatedly.
"What do you mean?" the biker asked in surprise, his voice quavery.
"I mean I'm wantin' to suck that hot-lookin' cock of yours, but I'm not through partying in this hot fuckhole. You gonna want to quit if you shoot a wad?"
"Fuck no, man, not me. I'm never gonna tell you to quit, man. Fuck that ass just as long as you want."
"Good," twanged the driver, "that's what I was hoping. You need plenty of hot fuckin', and besides, I bet you've got more than one load in those big balls anyway, don't you?"
"Shit yeah, stud. I'm good for two or three times at least the way you're pokin' my tail, man."
The driver picked up his fucking pace again somewhat then bent forward and sucked almost the full length of the biker's thick cock into his mouth.
"Sonofabitch," the biker groaned in surprise as the driver took his cock. It had softened slightly but quickly stiffened again as the driver sucked it.
"Oh God, that's good," cried the biker, "suck that cock while you're plugging me. Oh shit...that's really hot, man...really wild!"
Harley couldn't believe the action he was seeing as the driver fucked and sucked the biker at the same time. He was so fascinated he actually let go of his cock and had his face all but pressed against the glass to take in the action before him.
On and on the driver fucked, plunging his own nine inches of hot cock into the biker's ass while he deep-throated the biker's fat, seven and a half inch cock to the other's balls. The action was driving the biker crazy, and he moaned and called out repeatedly.
"Great fuckin' Christ," he almost shouted, "What a feelin' ...big cock all the way up my butt...hot suckin' mouth...oh yeah, do it, man!"
The driver didn't stop to talk. He fucked and sucked furiously. Soon the biker was almost shaking with excitement.
"Fuck that horny ass, stud," he shouted, "keep sucking on my dick. You're really getting me close, you fucker."
Harley couldn't hear it but the driver groaned quietly as he fucked and sucked.
"Oh yeah...I'm gonna come, stud. Suck that cock till I pop my nuts down your throat." the biker cried. He started bucking up and back as he moaned. Each move forced more of his cock into the driver's hot mouth then drove his ass back to impale himself even deeper on the driver's rock-hard cock.
"Oh yeah," cried the biker, "fuck that ass, you horny bastard. I'm gonna choke you with hot cum, man...oh yeah...take my God damn load. Take it!"
The driver kept up the dual-action pace until the first blast of boiling hot cum hit deep in his throat. He moaned loudly as he felt the thick shaft erupting, then gradually he slowed his sucking action as he siphoned the sticky, salty fluid from the biker's cock. He swallowed several times as his mouth was filled repeatedly by the biker's spewing cock, but he kept sucking for more. When the flow finally subsided, he nursed the last drops with his hand and licked them hungrily from the head of the biker's dick.
"Oh God," moaned the biker as he threw back his head and winced from the sensation.
"That's alright, cowboy," the driver twanged after he'd swallowed hard again and let the biker's softening cock flop back against his belly. "That's Grade 'A' stuff you're pumpin'."
The biker shook his head, even as he heaved and sighed as he came down from the high of his intense orgasm.
"You shoot a right tasty load of stuff, buddy!" the driver twanged, "and plenty of it. I can't believe you haven't tried eatin' your own cum, man, but feedin' it to me suits me just fine." He moved forward slightly, burying his cock deeper into the biker's ass.
"Oh God," moaned the biker, "that's fantastic. You're really something, stud. I've never come like that before, man. It was wild the way you were takin' my dick and fuckin' me at the same time."
The driver laughed, now gently stroking his cock in and out of the biker's well- stretched butt.
"That's how you should always come, cowboy," he said finally. "This ass is built for taking dick, and your cock's great suckin' too. Your big balls were full of what I like eatin' best."
"Uh-huh," the biker mumbled, stilling coming down from the high of his climax.
"You just need to find the right guy to give you what you need," the driver added.
The biker shivered again in the aftermath of his intense climax and clung to the driver still positioned above him.
"Guess you're right," he said with a laugh. "I need a double-jointed fucker with a long dick and a hot, cocksucking mouth hungry for my load."
"Don't laugh, buddy," the driver said with a glint in his eye. "Remember, this double-jointed fucker's still got nine inches crammed up your butt."
"How could I forget it's up there," the biker answered, clenching his ass around the very stiff cock still buried deep inside him. "That's where it belongs."
"I know, and it feels damn good with your asshole grabbing my dick while you're shootin' me your wad, man," the driver said with a grin. "Now that I've found out what a fine ass you've got, I'm not hurryin' to leave it, cowboy." The biker took just a second to reply.
"No way. Those nine inches mean you're callin' all the shots, stud."
"Uh-huh," twanged the driver knowingly, "and your ass needs a lot more fuckin' before we're done."
"Yes sir," answered the biker with mock seriousness.
"And keep those balls of yours working on high, man," the driver went on, "I like what you're shooting."
"I'm gonna have to try eatin' my own," the biker said with a nod. "Maybe you'll feed it to me sometime."
"Maybe," the driver answered, "when I've had all I want."
In his office, Harley was startled by a knock at the office door, and he quickly replaced the large picture that covered the two-way mirror. Answering the door, he came face to face with a handsome, young man.
"Hello, sir," the young man said, "my name's Jim Henderson and I'm with the Atlas Paving Company." Harley introduced himself and invited him inside.
Harley invited him in and waved him into a seat across from the desk. Henderson sat down easily, his lithe, well-built young body looking slightly out of place in the confinements of an office chair. Harley seated himself on the other side of the desk and waited.
The young man explained that major renovation work was going to begin the following week on the main street on which the bus station was located. He explained how the temporary entrances would be positioned and explained the general timetable for the work. He concluded by saying he hoped it wouldn't cause too much of an interruption to the station's operations.
As he spoke, Harley made his assessment of him. Henderson was one of those guys everybody notices. Everything about him seemed almost too perfect. He was handsome in a very masculine way. His wavy brown hair and sincere dark eyes were matched by almost classical facial features. He was very neatly dressed, and Harley noticed that his clothes looked as if they were specially tailored for him.
Harley made notes on the schedule of the street repair as the man spoke and finally thanked him for the advance notice.
"Tell your men they're welcome to use the facilities here in the station," Harley concluded, "I mean the coffee shop and the rest rooms, you know."
Jim Henderson smiled and thanked him for the offer. He said he felt sure there would be some coffee shop business as a result.
"The guys'll probably be glad for the johns, too," he said with a rather sly smile, "they beat the hell out of those portable ones."
They shook hands as Henderson left and Harley rushed back to his two-way window.
He'd been away only ten minutes or so, but he wasn't surprised to find that the driver was still fucking the biker's ass deep and fast. The biker's head was thrown back as the driver fucked him hard and punctuated it with rough pulls and twists of the biker's red, swollen nipples.
"Oh God, you're rippin' my butt apart, man," moaned the biker, his voice following the cadence of the cock pistoning his ass, "What a great fuckin' cock. Keep poundin' my butthole like that, stud. I love it!"
"Uh-huh," answered the driver in his now familiar twang, "this hot hole needed fuckin' real bad, didn't it?"
"Damn right," said the biker, "and that iron rod of yours is really doin' it. Oh yeah, keep goin', man! Fuck me!" The driver answered by skewering him harder and faster.
"You like takin' this long dick, huh?" the driver asked, his deep twang making his voice sound especially sexy, even to Harley on the other side of the mirror.
"Oh God, yes. It's so fuckin' good, stud!" The biker could barely get the words out from the intensity of the action.
"That's good," the driver twanged, "cause you've got the kind of ass I like fuckin' for a long time." The biker moaned loudly in agreement.
The driver fucked on and on, stopping only to change the pace or his position slightly. Harley marveled at his stamina, as did the biker himself, who'd never been fucked either so long or so well.
Suddenly Harley realized he was clenching the muscles of his ass tightly. It was almost as if he was wishing it was his ass being fucked. He put the thought from his mind immediately and resumed beating his own cock.
After five more minutes or so, the driver suddenly doubled himself over again.
"Give me that big, hot rod of yours again, man, and get them balls workin'," twanged the driver, "I'm hungry for some more of your hot stuff, cowboy."
"Oh shit, yeah," the biker cried. "You've really got me going. My dick's hard again already. Suck it, man!"
The driver gulped the head of the biker's cock into his mouth and started sucking wildly. It was again very stiff, and both men reacted as the driver took almost all of it deep into his mouth.
"Uh-huh," moaned the driver, using every muscle of his tongue, lips, teeth and mouth against the extremely thick cock filling his mouth.
"Oh wow," the biker moaned as he felt the heat and wetness on his meat, "that's the greatest. Suck that cock, buddy, but keep fuckin' my ass too. Together, that's the hottest thing ever."
That seemed to turn the driver on more, and he started fucking even harder, pounding his cock into the biker's hole relentlessly while he deep-throated the other's long, fat cock.
"Mmm," groaned the driver as he managed to deep-throat and deep-fuck the biker at the same instant. That caused the biker to cry out again.
"Oh God, what a feelin'," he shouted, then the flow of words began to run together. "Take my cock, buddy...your hot mouth suckin' my dick like that...oh yeah, drill that fuckin' ass...oh shit...never felt anything like that power stick of yours drivin' up there...God damn...you're really fuckin' me...oh wow, deep-throat that cock again, man...down to the balls, stud...oh yeah, go ahead...pound my goddamn hole...rip it apart like that...oh yeah, keep suckin' my cock while you're ballin' me! Oh God, that feels so good when you're taking my dick all the way...oh shit, ram that big, hard cock in me like that again!"
The driver fucked and sucked in frenzy now and Harley guessed that he was getting very near himself. As Harley watched, the driver pistoned his incredibly long cock repeatedly up the biker's well-fucked hole, each stroke burying the full length deep inside.
Harley felt sure the driver couldn't keep up that pace without coming soon. He started beating his cock as he watched the driver piston the biker's ass with an incredibly fast and deep series of fuck strokes just before the biker let Harley know he had been right.
"Oh yeah!" He was almost shouting now. "Blast those fuckin' balls up there...I can feel it, man...your God damned dick's shooting like a fuckin' fire hose! Oh yeah...pound it in me deeper...fill my fuckhole with your juice, man!"
The biker's whole body started to shake and spasm as the driver emptied his nuts up his ass. Soon the biker shouted again.
"I can't stand it, man...that's so fuckin' good...your cock's shooting gallons of cum up my butt."
As Harley watched, the biker slammed his ass back against the driver's pistoning cock to take even more of it's incredible length up his ass.
"Oh shit, I'm getting there too...you're making me come again, stud. That's really wild, man...I'm gonna pop my nuts...oh yeah, cocksucker...shit...that's great man...suck it deep like that! Take it all!"
The biker had passed all coherence and Harley couldn't make out words from what he was crying, although he got the general idea.
The driver slowed his fucking action but kept sucking the biker's cock deeper and deeper into his mouth until the biker cried out again.
"Take it, cocksucker. Empty my balls for me...eat my goddamn cum...take every goddamn drop I've got." He thrust his hips up and back again, his body trembling and shaking as he shot another load of hot cum into the driver's eagerly sucking mouth.
The driver slowed his sucking to swallow, then sucked and sucked for several minutes longer until he'd captured all the biker's load. He swallowed hard again, and only then did he release the biker's cock and sit back again on his heels.
Watching him swallow the biker's load had done it for Harley. His short stubby cock shot long, stringy blasts of cum into the folded Kleenex he held over the head of his cock as he beat it. He gasped for air as his climax washed over him, and he closed his eyes tightly. Harley barely heard the next few things that were said.
"Ah, yeah," twanged the driver with a heavy sigh, licking his lips but showing no signs of being tired. "I sure like eatin' your cock juice, man. You shot an even bigger wad than before, cowboy."
"I'm not surprised," the biker answered, almost in a whisper. "Your big cock shootin' off in me is why. Shit man, you were doing things up my ass that nobody's ever done before." He shivered again, almost in a spasm, barely getting out a single word.
"Wow!" He slumped back against the bed, exhausted.
"You are one fine piece of ass, stud," the driver twanged softly.
Harley moved back and sat on the edge of his desk, his eyes barely focusing on the two young guys in the next room. It took several minutes before he could recover himself and by the time he had, both the driver and the biker were in the adjacent bathroom. The driver was washing his long dick at the sink while the biker sat on the stool and let the driver's copious load drain from his well-stretched hole.
The driver walked back into the sleeping room and made a fair attempt at straightening up the coverlet on the bed, then began to dress again. He was just pulling his shorts up when the biker walked back into the room.
"Best damn sex I ever had," the biker said quietly as he walked toward the other man. "Nobody's ever got me goin' like that or made my insides feel so wild. You've got one dynamite dick on you, stud, and you sure know how to use it."
"Thanks," laughed the driver. "Couldn't help myself though. Plugging your sexy butt and swingin' on that big, fat cock of yours really turned me on."
"Good," countered the biker. "That goes for me too. You fuckin' me and suckin' my dick at the same time was the wildest thing I ever felt." He suddenly laughed aloud.
"Hell, I was just hoping for some good head and wind up getting the fuckin' of my life." The driver laughed aloud.
"If you'd only wanted head, you'd have gotten just that," he said with a chuckle then he grinned broadly. "Remember, you were the one begging for my dick up your butt. You were wantin' it pretty bad, man."
"Fuck yeah, I know," countered the biker. "I was hotter than hell to pop my nuts from bouncing along on that bike, but when I saw that cock of yours, all I could think about was feelin' that long sausage up my ass."
"You really got off takin' my long dick, huh?" the driver asked with a smile.
"Oh yeah, man," the biker said, nodding emphatically. "I like getting it from a stud who knows how to use his dick like you do. You were the best I've ever found."
"That's good," answered the driver, smiling again, "because I like the way your asshole was grabbing my dick too. It was like you couldn't get enough of my cock meat into you."
Harley watched as the biker stood and clenched his ass cheeks. He couldn't stop talking about it.
"God damn. My butt feels totally fucked, man," he said with a lot of feeling. "My ass never had it so good before." He stopped for a minute then continued in a more quiet tone. "What's the chance of making it with you again some time, road jockey?" The driver chuckled openly.
"I'm game for that anytime, cowboy," he twanged, "with your sexy butt and your big cock, I figure you oughta be good for all night. How about it?"
"Whew, I like the sound of that," the biker answered with a smile. "Of course, after a night with you ownin' my ass, man, I'd probably never be able to walk again."
"Shit," twanged the driver, "you weren't anywhere near crying 'uncle' before."
The biker laughed aloud at the comment.
"Hell, while I was pluggin' your ass all you wanted was more of it," the driver went on, "And if I had the time, I could have you be begging to get my dick back up your butt again right now, even if you did pop twice."
He stopped and laughed as the biker smiled and nodded.
"You're right," the biker answered with a grin, raising his hand. "If you want my ass again now, that's great with me." He paused for just a second then went on.
"Come on, stud...ram that big dick of yours up my ass again...or anything else you want." Silence came over the two of them briefly as they regarded each other. The driver finally spoke again.
"That's twice you've said anything, cowboy," he twanged. "You trying to tell me something?"
"Damn right," replied the biker now watching the driver intently, "I'm not saying no to anything you want to do." The driver looked at him carefully.
"That don't sound like a guy just looking for quick head," he twanged.
"Maybe not, " the biker answered quietly, his eyes locked on those of the driver. "but you're that kind of stud who brings out those feelings I get sometime. You know what I mean?" The driver looked at him quizzically, waiting for him to go on.
"I mean when I want to do whatever a real stud like you tells me to do," the biker went on as the driver nodded.
"I get your drift. Tell you what," the driver continued in his now-familiar twang, "let's make it for a whole week-end. We both want more of this action, and who knows what else might happen."
"Whatcha got in mind, stud? You name it," the biker countered. It was a challenge and the driver rose to it, reaching out as he spoke to rub his fingers roughly over the biker's nipples which were clearly hard through his shirt.
"Well, first of all," he said softly after several moments, "you need a couple of lessons on deep-throating a long dick like mine. You're goin' at it the wrong way. Once I teach you how, and you get a little practice, you'll be swallowing all nine inches and goin' for my balls too."
"Oh yeah, man," the biker answered, "teach me how to swallow that whanger right. I want your rod down my throat and have you dumpin' a big load into me sometime."
"Uh-huh," the biker answered, "and the next time I finish pluggin' your butt, I expect you're gonna want to suck it off for me, huh? I mean to get it ready for the next time." Harley was surprised and quickly looked at the biker, waiting his reply.
"You bet, boss," the biker answered calmly, clearly undisturbed by the obvious suggestion, "you didn't give me a chance before."
Harley could sense that the driver liked the way he was exciting the biker as he smiled knowingly and went on.
"What else you got in mind for me, road jockey?" the biker asked softly.
"Well now," continued the driver thoughtfully, "after a night with you, I figure I'm bound to wake up with a real pisser. With your sexy butt right there, I won't even have to get up. I'll just slip my dick back into that hot hole to take care of my problem." The driver smiled wickedly and looked quizzically at the biker.
"You know what I mean, cowboy?"
The biker answered his smile with a nod and a low moan but didn't speak.
"You'll wake up plenty horny with a gusher of hot piss up your tail, won't you." the driver went on, still smiling. The biker grinned excitedly.
"Oh yeah, man. I wanna feel that fire hose of yours spraying up my guts," answered the biker. "Wow, that's really wild!"
The biker moaned excitedly at the thought, and Harley could see the clear outline of his stiffening cock in his jeans. The biker reached to grope his crotch.
"God damn, you're really getting me hot," he said almost in a whisper. "My ass is yours whenever you want it, stud." He was now openly groping his stiffening cock through his pants.
"I know," answered the driver simply. He stopped for a moment as his eyes met those of the biker.
"Fillin' your butt'll probably get you hot enough to pop your nuts again, I expect," the driver went on as the biker nodded emphatically.
"Well, I'm gonna hand-feed you that load, cowboy, so you can lick up every drop."
"Oh yeah, man," the biker countered, "Make me eat my own cum...that's hot, stud...really wild...especially with you making me do it!"
"Or maybe you'd rather have my dick pissing down your throat instead, huh?"
"I want it both ways, boss," the biker answered hoarsely. "You're calling the shots, man."
"I know," whispered the driver hoarsely. He smiled, but he wasn't finished tempting the other.
"Then later, you can give my ass a good eatin' out," the driver whispered and the biker groaned huskily.
"Oh yeah," the biker groaned, "that's hot, stud." He licked his lips excitedly.
"Nothing I like better than a hot stud like you lappin' at my back door," the driver went on, "especially while I've got his dick down my throat."
The biker writhed in his excitement, and the driver pushed his hand away and groped a handful of the biker's crotch roughly.
"I'll do more than lick it, boss," moaned the biker looking at the driver hotly. "Your butt will really feel good when I start sliding a couple inches of my hot tongue into your horny hole. Man, I'm really hot to do that."
"That sounds real good, cowboy," the driver whispered. He was watching the biker carefully now.
"You know, sometimes my skinny ass needs some hot fuckin' too," he went on quietly. "Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? That fat cock of yours ought to fuck pretty good."
"Oh yeah," the biker cried, "I'll plow your butt like it's never been done before."
"I like the sound of that, cowboy," the driver twanged, tilting his head back as though imagining it. "You tonguing my ass, then fuckin' it hard and deep." He let out a low moan, matched by a similar noise from the biker.
"Then after you've popped your nuts up my butt, you can eat me out again and chew up another of your own loads, huh?"
"Oh yeah, man," the biker tried to reach for his cock again, unsuccessfully, "I'll treat your hole right, and I'm really getting hungry to try my own stuff."
"Yeah, well you hold off until I tell you can eat it, huh?" the driver said with a mock sterness, and the biker nodded.
"Shit, you're really getting me hot, stud," the biker said with a grin, "I like all your ideas, man."
"What you'll like best is me using both your holes for a couple of hours," the driver went on. The biker looked momentarily puzzled.
"You mean go back and forth?" he asked, a little surprised for a change.
"Uh-huh," the driver twanged again, "down your throat, then up your ass and then start over again. I'm gonna fuck both your holes and suck your big fat dick till we're both ready to pop the hot stuff."
The biker was so excited he could hardly stand it and swallowed hard.
"Anything with you, boss," the biker said almost in a whisper. "Yeah man, that's really hot thinking about you fuckin' both my holes. Wow!"
"Yeah, I think a week-end's a good idea," the driver said, looking thoughtful. "We'll see who gets tired first." The biker laughed heartily at the thought.
"I'll bet it won't be me," he countered, "but I wouldn't mind you tryin' to wear me out. Anytime you say."
The driver grinned back then glanced at his watch and shook his head.
"Shit, it's tempting as hell to get me a sample of you eatin' ass right now."
"Damn right," The biker licked his lips, trying to tempt him. "Come sit on my face and let me get my tongue into you. Come on, give me a taste of your sweet hole, stud."
"You're really hot to eat it out, huh?" the driver twanged as the biker nodded excitedly.
"You bet I am," he answered, "I'm hot to tongue your ass and get that long whanger of yours hot to go again. Man, I'm hot for everything with you."
Suddenly, the driver grinned broadly.
"Oh shit, man," He said as he shook his head, "I like what you're thinkin' about, but if you do that I'd have to fuck your butt and suck your dick again, and I gotta get goin'. I just don't have the time to do it right. "
"It's up to you, stud," the biker said, almost pleading, "but look what you're doin' to me. I got a bone on again just thinking about it.
"Save it for our week-end, stud," answered the driver, "you're gonna need it."
"Oh shit, man," the biker whimpered, "you've got me so fuckin' turned on."
"I know what you mean," the driver countered, groping his own cock which was clearly hard as it jutted far down the leg of his pants, "but that'll just make you want even more. You keep that dick in your pants for now, you hear, cowboy."
"Yes sir," the biker said seriously and their eyes met again in recognition.
"That's better," the driver said, allowing a slight chuckle into his voice. "Look, I like a stud who likes to play anyway I can think of, but I don't go for no heavy pain or stuff. You get to be like that, and I just walk, you hear?"
Their eyes met and the biker nodded. The moment of tension was gone, and they were both laughing as they gathered up their gear.
"You mean you like to skip the bullshit, huh?" asked the biker.
"Uh-huh," the driver answered in a low twang, "that's just about it." The biker just nodded.
"And besides, who knows," the driver said as they turned to go, "maybe a week- end won't be long enough after all. Come on, let's walk outside and we'll work out a plan to get together."
As they walked from the sleeping room, Harley heard part of their conversation. It turned out they both lived in the same town, several hours away. Harley watched them exchange telephone numbers before the driver re-entered the bus and the biker climbed back onto his motorcycle, settling himself on the seat gingerly. Harley watched them wave and drive off with the sad knowledge that he'd probably never see them again. Besides, he doubted he'd ever see anything to top their hot action.