We were heading out West. There used to be a rest area in back there, I said. Yeah, said Chad, I remember it. When did they get rid of it? Dunno. Well, it was there last August. Tell me about it.
We had been together three weeks. Part of the deal was we would tell each other the truth, the whole truth, etc.
I had stopped by the area around 10, a warm evening with a full moon and a light breeze. There were already nine cars and a bike parked when I drove in. Nobody around, so I figured they were all in the old corrugated shed, and I wandered over. Well, the three cubicles on the left were certainly busy; then there was a couple, one with his T-shirt round his neck, the other chewing on his tits. Over on the right at the open urinal three guys were elbow to elbow. What really held my eye was a tall, dark, swarthy man standing against the back wall He had his hands on another guy's head pulled tight between his legs and was moving has hips real slow with a far away expression in his eyes.
The other guy was bent over with his hands on the man's hips. Not kneeling or squatting, just bent over. My hand wandered down the seam of his jeans. He had a great arse, firm and well formed. I like something mature and meaty. Soon both my palms were around his cheeks and my fingers were working into his firm flesh. I bent over his back and reached under his waist for his belt buckle. Then the top button. He was quite young, I could tell from the line of neck below his thick black hair. I got hold of the zip and I worked it down as he adjusted to make it easier for me.
I knelt behind him and eased his jeans down so slowly. As I lowered the waistband, I leant forward and put my lips just below his spine where the cheeks divide, and my tongue flicked into the salty gap smelling of old leather. Soon the jeans were down to his knees. He had firm thighs with a light coating of soft black hair. His cheeks curved out towards me. I spread my hands over the curves with my thumbs along the line of his crack and lowered my face as I opened the spread. I glanced up and saw the big man watching closely through half closed eyes. His gyrations were growing firmer. Whatever he had must have been buried throat deep.
I let the tip of my tongue circle the hole. It was tight. I laid the whole tongue on it and licked firmly up and down until I felt it relax. I was struggling to get his cheeks to open further but the jeans around his knees held his legs too close. I glanced down and saw his boots had Velcro fastening. What the hell. I reached down and pulled back the strap and eased his right foot out, then I pulled the jeans down to his ankles and got his foot through the leg and back into his boot.
Once free, he adjusted his stance and I spread him wide. Back went my face and my tongue slithered and licked its way deep inside. He was wide open now and as my hands kneaded his cheeks, I let myself get lost inside him.
The big man's rhythm was changing, he began firmly face fucking the guy. I could feel the thrusts pushing his arse further in my face. With each push the big man made, I thrust back harder with my tongue.
Soon I heard the big man breathing hard through clenched teeth. Ahh.ahh..ahhhh. Then a long sssshhhhhhhhhhhhh and he was spent.
As he began to pull away I knew I would have to leave this warm dark place where I could have stayed forever. Slowly, lingerngly I withdrew my tongue.
The big man zipped up and was gone. As my guy slipped his leg back in his jeans and fastened his boot, he turned, put his hand under my chin and bent down. His mouth closed over mine and we shared the big guy's load.
Next he stood foursquare in front of me, put his hands on my head and brought my mouth onto a raging cock. I hardly saw it before it was down the back of my throat. He held my face hard against him. I moved my tongue below his throbbing muscle and in seconds there was a heady pulse of thick warm cum.
He ran his fingers lightly through my hair. Then he was gone out the door. I followed and watched him put on a helmet and swing his leg over the wide seat of the bike. The engine kicked and he wove towards me, for a moment his helmet turned my way, his vizor shining in the moon. Then he was off, his back leant forward, his hips spreading over the seat. I heard the engine pause at the exit and then roar into the distance. I listened to the fading sound until it was just an echo in my mind.
What would I not have given to be the seat of that bike!
Nick nickwib@yahoo.co.uk