CHRIS'S BIRTHDAY PRESENT
A Short Story
By Chris Tanner
Hi, my name's Chris. Yeah, it's nice to meet you, too. Yesterday was my fifteenth birthday. Oh, thanks, thanks a lot. I got this bad dirt bike from my folks. How do ya like it? Yeah, it's a Kawasaki KX-80. Awesome, huh? I've been wantin' one of these ever since I was eleven. It's got power bands and everything. Why don't ya come down here to the end of the dead-end road with me? You can watch me ride it for a while. Hell, maybe you'd like to take it for a spin, who knows?
I'm gonna come down here to ride every day after school. My folks are afraid the neighbors'll call the cops if I ride it on my street. They've already complained about the noise -- the lady next door says it gives her a headache. Hell, man, this thing purrs like a pussycat. It don't make any more noise than a chainsaw or a big power mower. Anyway, see those hills over there? I love to jump those. In a way, it kinda scares the hell out of me, but I've gotta be able to jump if I'm ever gonna race this thing. C'mon over here. There's a place where you can sit in the shade and watch me ride. Watch out for the ants, though. Well, I'm gonna go ride for a while. Be back in a few minutes.
Well, how'd ya like that? Pretty wild, huh? See what I mean about how it don't make all that much noise? Wanna ride it a little? Not right now, huh? Okay. Man, it's hot as hell out here, ain't it? I'm gonna take off this shirt and cool off a minute before I go after those hills again. This t-shirt? Oh, my older brother went to the concert and bought the shirt. He gives 'em to me when they get old. Whew, that feels better already. Hey! Let me tell ya what happened to me yesterday -- it was really somethin'.
I was out here ridin' after school, just like today. It was real hot yesterday, too, remember? I'd been here about an hour or so. I was sittin' right here in this spot takin' a break. I'd already pulled off my helmet and my shirt. Anyway, one of those package delivery trucks drove by on the road down there. He parked the truck down there at the end of the road, locked the doors, and came walkin' up here. I was just sittin' here restin', and I figured he was gonna ask me for directions to somebody's house. Well, this guy comes up and introduces himself. Said his name was Tracy or Stacy or somethin' like that. He was a real nice-lookin' guy, maybe in his early 20's, like you.
We sat here and shot the breeze for a few minutes. He never did ask me where anybody's house was. He just sort of sat here like he had all day. After a while, he said he knew where there was a creek back in the woods back there.
He said, "Why don't we walk back there and put our feet in the water? It'll help cool us off."
Well, I was all for anything to get cool, so I said okay. We started walkin' back into the woods. This guy -- I'll call 'im Tracy -- walked pretty fast. I couldn't keep up because I was pushin' my bike. No way I was gonna leave it sittin' out here in the open. Tracy was out of sight, but I knew where the creek was. I've ben back there a hundred times myself. If it was a little deeper, it'd be a great place to swim, but it's only about a foot deep, so all you can really do is wade in it. Pushin' this bike really slowed me down, and I was REALLY workin' up a sweat.
When I finally got to the creek, I propped my bike up against a tree and looked for Tracy. He was standin' butt nekkid in the middle of the creek. I mean it, man, he'd stripped down to his birthday suit and was just standin' there lookin' at me. I walked over to the creek bank and stood there lookin' back at him for a couple of minutes. I'd already noticed that he was a really great-lookin' dude! He was tall, at least 6 feet, with short blonde hair and brown eyes. But what really got my attention was how well-built he was. Not real muscular like a body-builder, but kind of . . . what would ya call it . . . DEFINED, that's the word I'm lookin' for. His muscles were real defined, not bulky.
"Why don't you join me?" He asked.
Now, I can get into some all-guy action as quick as the next fella, but I wasn't absolutely sure that's what Tracy had in mind. I FIGURED it's what he had in mind, but I wanted to be sure, so I decided to let him make the next move. Kinda nervous, I sat down and pulled off my boots and socks and rolled up the legs of my jeans. I waded into the creek and stood there, tryin' to look at Tracy but at the same time tryin' NOT to look at him. Or at least, tryin' not to let him KNOW I was lookin' at him. Man, he had a tan you wouldn't believe. He had a pretty good-sized cock, too, with the foreskin still on it.
Tracy sat down in the water and started splashin' water up over his head and chest and back. "This feels great," he said. "Is that all you're going to get wet -- just your feet?"
Was this guy tryin' to get me nekkid or what? And if we're gonna get it on, we're gonna have to shake a leg, 'cause I've gotta be home for supper by seven. About that time, he stood up, and I swear his cock was gettin' hard. He stood there lookin' down at his cock and then at me. He had a little smile on his face -- not a big grin, mind you, just a little trace of a smile. Well, by now I figured I knew what his intentions were. And while I stood there watchin' his prick get harder and longer and stiffer and wider, I realized my own dick was doin' the same thing inside my jeans.
I walked over to the side of the creek and pulled off my jeans. When I pulled down my jockeys, my stiff boner sprang to attention. Nekkid as a jaybird, as they say, I went back into the creek and stood right next to Tracy. I reached over and took his cock in my hand. I started squeezing it a little, and Tracy let out a soft moan. He was about a foot taller than me. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me right up against the front of his body. Before I could say a word, his mouth came down on mine and he started kissin' me.
I've done a lot of nasty things with other guys before, but I've gotta tell ya I've never kissed one! I've always thought that was just a little too queerish, ya know? Hell, I've never even liked kissin' girls all that much. But this happened before I even had a chance to think about it. It was like, one minute I'm standin' there holdin' his cock in my hand, and the next minute his wet mouth is on mine grindin' away. And I LIKED it! It was sort of like the way listenin' to Metallica grinds my ears -- it hurts a little, but it gets my juices flowin' at the same time. His tongue must have been searchin' for my tonsils. It was all the way at the back of my mouth.
Pretty soon, I was shovin' my tongue in his mouth as hard as I could. By this time, I'd let go of his dick and had both my arms wrapped tight around his neck. My legs felt weak, and I was tremblin' all over. It sounds corny to say it, but I felt like I was on fire. None of my circle-jerk sessions or swapping blow jobs with my buddies had been anything like this. I'd liked doin' those things, but this here was INTENSE.
Tracy pulled his mouth away from mine and took a step backward. I stretched toward him, because I wanted to kiss him some more, but he had other plans. He put his hands on my shoulders and started pushin' down on them. I looked at his face, and I knew he wanted me to go down on him.
I got down on my knees and looked at that huge cock twitchin' in front of my face. I kissed his cock head a couple of times. There was some slimy liquid oozin' out of the slit. I licked it off. Tracy put his hand on the back of my head. With his other hand, he took hold of his prick and started sort of slappin' my face with it. At first, he did it kinda easy, but pretty soon he was really whappin' it against my mouth.
The little rocks and coarse sand in the creekbed were hurtin' my knees. I pointed to where a tree had fallen over and asked Tracy if we could go over there so I could sit down. We walked over to the fallen tree, and I sat on it and got back to the job of worshippin' Tracy's prick. My own cock was so hard, I thought it might explode. I started jackin' myself off, but Tracy told me not to shoot my load. He said he wanted it.
Tracy stood right in front of my face and twisted his hips back and forth, causin' his dick to swing to and fro. The foreskin had drawn all the way back and his cockhead was real red and shiny. I kept tryin' to catch the thing in my mouth, but just when I thought I had it, he'd swing it away. When I finally did get my mouth on it, I went to work on it for all I was worth.
At first, I could only get about half his cock in my mouth, but with a little work I eventually got almost all of it in. I sucked on that motherfucker till I was blue in the face. I looked up at Tracy's face. Right at that minute, it was the most beautiful face I'd ever seen. I remember thinkin' to myself, I think I love this dude. I'd love to do this every day for the rest of my life.
Tracy had gotten into an easy rhythm of pullin' his dick almost all the way out of my mouth and then slidin' it all the way back in again. I hoped he was close to shootin', 'cause I wanted to taste his come. But then, I didn't really want this action to end, either. I hoped he'd be good for a second or third (or maybe even fourth) climax, like I usually am. I mean, to hell with supper. I'd stay out here in these woods all night if he'd stay with me. Or I'd go home with him if he'd just say the word.
"I'm about to shoot. Are you ready for it?" Tracy asked.
"Umm-hmm," was all I could manage.
Without breakin' his rhythm, Tracy said, "When I come, don't swallow it or spit it out. I want you to just hold it in your mouth. Got that?"
"Umm-hmm," I grunted. I don't like to talk with my mouth full, ya know?
Tracy kept on pumpin' his cock into my mouth a few minutes more, and then it seemed to swell up even bigger than it had been before. My mouth was stretched about as wide as it would go already. Tracy's head fell backward, and he put both is hands on the back of my head and pulled me onto his cock as far as my face would go. Then he started pumpin' squirt after squirt of warm, salty come into my mouth. I did as he'd told me, and I didn't swallow any of it, although I sure did want to.
He was makin' these little hollerin' sounds, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Like that. When he'd finished squirtin' his jism into my mouth, he very slowly slid his cock out. He sat down on the ground in front of me and then laid down on his back in the grass.
"Man," he said, "you're too good a cocksucker to be a virgin. You've done that before, haven't you?"
"Umm-hmm." What else could I say?
Tracy laid there moanin' and groanin' for a few minutes more. Meanwhile, there I sat on the tree, nekkid as the day I was born, with a throbbing hard-on and my mouth full of Tracy's come. I pointed at my mouth and made a gruntin' sound to remind him we weren't finished.
He got up from the ground, brushing the loose blades of grass off his butt.
"Here's what I want you to do," he said. "I want you to fuck me. I'm going to lay over this tree, and I want you to spit some of my come out on my asshole, and spit the rest of it out on your dick. That's the only way we'll have enough lubricant to do this. You may need to add a little of your own spit if it gets too dry."
I nodded my head up and down to let him know I understood what to do. Tracy laid on his belly over the fallen tree. His great-lookin' ass was up in the air. I spread his ass cheeks apart and admired his hole for a second or two. I spit some of his come out right on the opening. Then I pumped my cock up to full hardness and spit the rest of his come onto my achin' cock. It's not gonna take me long to blow my load right up into his brain, I thought.
Tracy'd been right. His jizz did make a great lubricant. My dick slid into him real easy. Tracy let out a little grunt when my cockhead first went through the opening of his asshole, but he didn't tighten up on me.
"Now, fuck me like you mean business," Tracy said. "I want you to totally fuck my brains out, okay?"
I didn't say anything. I was concentratin' on gettin' to that place in fuckin' a guy where your hips are smackin' up against his ass cheeks. I love the feelin' I get when my balls are swingin' free between my legs, and then they sort of draw up into my crotch when I'm gettin' close to shootin'.
Tracy made a little chucklin' sound and said, "I can see you've done this before, too. You're just a regular little slut, aren't you?"
A big grin spread across my face, and I said, "Well, yeah, I reckon I am, at that. Any complaints?"
"None so far. Just keep up the good work."
Pretty soon that old familiar feelin' was spreadin' like a grass fire out from my crotch to the rest of my body, and I knew I was gonna have to hold on for the rest of this ride. I laid down on Tracy's back and slid my arms under his armpits. I reached up in front of his shoulders and grabbed onto them with my hands.
Ka-blooey! I thought, as my body shook hard and the come started gushin' out of my cock into Tracy's ass. I tightened my grip on his bare shoulders and held on for dear life. Without knowin' it, I bit into his back -- he showed me the teeth prints later when he was putting his shirt back on. I was arching my back and shoving my hips as hard against Tracy's butt as I could, trying to push my exploding cock as far as possible into his gorgeous body.
With one final teeth-rattlin' shudder, I finished deliverin' my load. I just laid there on Tracy's back for a few minutes. Then I just sort of slid off him down onto the ground. Tracy kinda fell sideways off the tree and landed on the grass beside me.
"You made me come again," he said.
I looked at Tracy's still half-hard prick, and sure enough there was warm come dribbling out of it. Well, I'll be damned, I thought. Tracy reached down and squeezed his dick to milk out the rest of the sperm that was in there. Then he took that hand and rubbed my chest and stomach with it, spreading the cool come around on my body. While he was rubbing me like that, he slid his other arm under my neck and pulled me close to him. The warmth of his body and his breath felt almost as good -- maybe even better -- than the sex we'd just had. He kissed me again, deep and hard, thrustin' his squirmin' tongue as far back into my mouth as it would go.
"I can still taste my come in your mouth," he said as his hand continued to stroke my chest and belly. "It tastes good." And then, looking me right in the eye, he said, "You really know how to use your body. I didn't expect you to be as good at this as you are."
I was surprised to find that this embarrassed me a little. As you might be able to tell, I don't embarrass easily.
Tracy pulled his arm out from under me and stood up slowly and stiffly. "I've got to get that truck back to the terminal," he said, "it should have been back over an hour ago. I'll have to tell them I had trouble finding a couple of my stops."
"Why don't you just tell them you stopped to take a break and get your dick sucked and your ass fucked by a teen-age biker in the woods?" I asked.
He just laughed as he picked up his shirt and showed me the bite mark I'd left on his back.
"Do you come up here to ride often?"
"I plan to be here every day after school if it ain't rainin'," I said.
"I'm not the regular guy on this route," Tracy said, "but the regular guy just retired. I think I might ask to have this route assigned to me permanently. What do you think?"
"Sounds good to me," I replied, "as long as your last stop is always down here at the end of the road.
"By the way," I added, "what time's it gettin' to be?"
Tracy pulled a pocket watch out of his uniform pocket. "It's 6:45," he said.
We said goodbye at the road, and I made it home in time for supper, after all.
So that's what happened yesterday. Pretty wild, huh? No, you're right, I wouldn't tell that story to just anybody. But you looked like somebody who might enjoy a story like that. Of course, I could be wrong. What's that? I'm not wrong? I kinda didn't think I was.
How's that? You'd like to see that creek? Well, sure, we can take a hike back there to the creek. We might even decide to stick our feet in it and cool off a little more. You just go straight through that little stand of pine trees and follow that trail -- no, not that one, the one over there by that rock. Go on back there about 200 yards or so. You can't miss it. You'll hear it before you get to it. Oh, yeah, I'm comin', too. But you go on ahead. I've got to push this bike, but I'll be right behind ya . . . .
[If you enjoyed this story, drop a note to Peach Fuzz on the Trash Shack BBS.]
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