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"Lumbercycle" M/M, outdoors in the woods, oral & anal sex
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LUMBERCYCLE
by Felix Lance Falkon
Jerry steered his motorcycle around one more turn of the mountain road and braked to a stop where a trail branched off the highway. His passenger stood up, swung a leg over the back seat, and looked down at Jerry.
``Thanks for the ride; I didn't think anybody'd stop with me carrying this axe, but I had t' have it for that job in town, taking down a dead tree.''
Yeah? I sort of wondered; it's early to be cutting Christmas trees,'' Jerry said while his passenger bent to unstrap the axe from the side of the BMW. How'd you like the ride?''
Well, you sure surprised me when you took off at the edge of town,'' said the wool-jacketed young Hercules, and after that it was a wild fucking ride -- really turned me on -- going fast and having that machine between my thighs -- yeah!'' He straightened up, axe in his right hand. ``I wish there was some way I could -- uh -- pay you back for the ride.''
Jerry sat astride the idling motorcycle, looking up at the heavy-boned young man. Jerry's glance slid over powerful chest and arms, on down to Levi's stretched tight over narrow hips. Well, Buck,'' Jerry said, that depends on how turned on you are.''
The lumberjack's eyebrows pulled together in a puzzled frown. He followed Jerry's gaze on down to the long bulge that strained against the front of his pants. Buck slid his left hand under his waistband and shifted his half-hard cock to a more comfortable position. Well, it **was* a wild fucking ride.'' He looked up and met Jerry's gaze, but his hand was still in his pants. Hanging on to you -- feeling you control that brute of a machine -- yeah!''
Jerry let his left hand drop to his own crotch and caressed the shiny black leather there. ``Yeah?''
``Up in camp, there isn't a gal for -- I don't know how far -- and that motorcycle of yours is a real make-out machine, so . . .''
So don't sweat it; you're hot and I'm here.'' Jerry gunned the motor, let it growl down to an idle again. How about it?''
``Gimme a ride up this trail to the camp, and it's a deal. There's a place about half-way there --''
``What the fuck we waiting for? Let's roll.'' Jerry grinned -- what he hoped was a hard-faced, tense grin -- and gunned the cycle's motor. Buck grinned back -- an open, eager grin -- jumped astride the BMW, and slid forward to ram his bulging crotch hard against Jerry's butt.
Right on up that little trail,'' Buck yelled over the growl of the motor. He waved his axe toward a narrow gravel road that wound through the trees. His left arm slid around Jerry's waist. The big motorcycle roared, leaped forward. Go, man, go!'' Buck yelled.
They went -- twisting, slithering around gravel-covered curves -- bouncing, bounding over ruts and rocks. Buck shouted, and Jerry braked to a halt, killed the motor. The sudden silence gradually filled with the sigh of wind in the trees, with the chirps of a few birds, with the chatter of an inquisitive squirrel.
Buck released Jerry's leatherjacketed torso and stood up. Jerry carefully propped the cycle on its stand, then looked around the little clearing. Sunlight beamed down from an opening in the trees overhead, warm in contrast to the cool shade. Woodland smells -- old leaves, mold, miles of pine and fir -- mingled with and began to replace hot oil and leather and gasoline. Jerry looked around again: trees, more trees, a few boulders half-buried in leaves and pine needles, but --
``Fuck, man; you said you had a place!''
Sure.'' The big lumberjack tossed aside his axe and wool jacket, started opening the front of his shirt. Right here.''
Jerry opened his mouth; but slowly closed it as he watched Buck peel off his shirt, displaying thick shoulders, powerfully muscled arms, and a broad, deep chest. Jerry glanced down the trail, biting his lip. No one was in sight except for . . . and he looked again at that splendid physique, now wriggling out of tight trousers. Buck's prong appeared -- stiffening as Jerry watched.
Uh . . .'' Jerry licked his lips and tried again. You sure nobody'll come?''
Nobody but us,'' said Buck, kneeling, his broad back aglow in the sunlight as he untied his boots. Guys from camp don't use this trail much.''
Well -- okay.'' Jerry shucked his blackleather jacket. But just remember who's thanking who.'' He stripped rapidly; in a couple of minutes he stood stark naked beside his motorcycle. He wiggled his toes in the pine needles, felt a little shiver go up his back as a breeze slid over his own bare torso. He watched Buck -- magnificently naked, splendidly nude -- stretched his body in a muscle-rippling yawn. Jerry looked down at his own body: lithe rather than bulky. His muscles were hard and sharply etched, but no match for the broad-chested lumberjack.
The motorcyclist smiled and reached for his blackleather boots. He slid his feet into them, picked up his shiny-visored cap, put it on. Gloves -- heavy riding gauntlets -- went on next. Jerry picked up his pants, pulled out his belt -- a glittering length of square-cut, chromed segments on a broad leather strap -- and cinched the belt around his slim waist.
How come you're getting dressed again?'' asked Buck. Don't you --'' He took a closer look as Jerry straightened up and faced the naked lumberjack. ``Fuck, Jerry; you look nakeder with that leather on that you did with no fucking thing on at all.'' He prong was almost all the way up now, quivering as it stiffened.
``I feel nakeder too,'' Jerry admitted, putting a gloved had on his own cock. Hard meat throbbed against leather as he strode across the clearing to Buck.
As Jerry approached, the young Hercules stepped back a pace, then another. You got a real hard and hungry look with all that stuff on,'' said Buck. We always fuck naked, up at camp, so this blackleather stuff -- it's a real turn-on.'' He slid his right hand down the taut ripple of muscle on his torso.
``Yeah? Well, you get fucked motorcycle style this time,'' Jerry said, his voice a growl that -- he hoped -- hid his eagerness. He let his glaze slide over Buck's superbly muscled body -- more than six fee of naked virility from curly, black hair to broad, high-arched feet that gripped the ground -- over 200 pounds of bone and hard muscle. Jerry took in details: broad chest crossed by a taut slab of pectoral muscle; torso tapering to a strong but narrow waist; massive balls; shaft all the way up and ready. Jerry leveled his own sturdy prong, pointed it at Buck's crotch, and stepped closer; now the two shafts were side by side, a double bridge between their naked bodies.
Buck's prong was long and thick, an impressive shaft of hard sex-meat. Jerry's was not as thick, but it went on and on; a full two inches longer than Buck's.
Jerry looked up; Buck stared at the side-by-side prongs for a moment more before he met Jerry's gaze. Wow,'' Buck growled, you got the longest rod I've ever seen, and we got some real studs up at camp.''
``Think you can take it all?''
``It'll really go in deep -- but Hell yes -- that or bust a gut trying. I'm too hot to stop now,'' Buck admitted.
Well, unless you're hot enough to get fucked dry --'' Buck stepped back a pace at Jerry's words. -- you better get some axle grease out of my saddle bags and gimme a lube job first.''
In seconds, the big lumberjack was kneeling at Jerry's booted feet, smearing on a cool, slippery coating. Done, Buck sat back on his heels and asked, ``Enough?''
``It's your ass.''
Buck scrambled to his feet and led the way to a couple of logs that lay in the warm sunlight. He sat down on one, started to roll onto his stomach, hesitated, then stretched himself out on his back, shoulders propped up on his elbows, powerful thighs stretched wide.
Jerry knelt between Buck's knees, then looked down at the splendid physique spread out before him. ``Want to watch?'' Jerry growled.
``Fuck yes,'' Buck said. He reached down with right hand and guided Jerry's shaft to its target.
Me too,'' Jerry growled, as his glans touched Buck's ass. The motorcyclist leaned forward, pushed. Buck was pushing too, pushing himself onto that impaling shaft. Jerry's glans was at its target now. Jerry glanced at Buck's face -- strained and tense -- then looked down at to his probing shaft. He pushed again -- harder -- and suddenly he saw and felt his glans slip into Buck. Here goes, Buck,'' Jerry said. ``I'm going in -- all the way!'' And, inch by hot, pulsing inch, Jerry drove his long shaft into the muscular, squirming body that lay at his mercy.
Buck was tight and slippery inside, hot and tight against Jerry's prong. The ring of muscle that guarded Buck's anus tightened, relaxed, and tightened again as Jerry went deeper and deeper. At the half-way point, Jerry paused and shifted his knees closer to Buck, who spread his own knees still wider. Jerry pulled back a fraction of an inch, then thrust in again -- and on and on till the hilt of his shaft pressed tightly against Buck's asshole.
Fuck Jerry; you **do* go in deep,'' Buck gasped. He squirmed, then half-hooked his legs around Jerry's waist. You're hitting me just right -- that poker of yours is getting me red hot!''
Yeah?'' Jerry put his right hand around the iron-hard prong that jutted up from Buck's crotch. You're getting me pretty fucking hot too.'' He ground his crotch against Buck's butt, watched Buck's eyes open wide, felt naked thighs squeeze Jerry's own waist. A magnificent specimen of naked virility was impaled on Jerry's throbbing shaft, squirming as Jerry pulled back, then rammed himself in again.
The naked motorcyclist pulled his hips back and to the left, swung his lean hips to the right, and thrust in deep. Jerry's gloved right hand still held Buck's shaft, a convenient handle to pull the lumberjack's butt tightly against Jerry's cock hilt. After a few more strokes, Buck began meeting each penetrating thrust with a twist and squirm of his own.
The combined strokes of the two men drove Jerry's cock-tip in a spiral motion. Hot, tight meat rubbed Jerry's glans with every thrust, and every thrust excited him on to pump harder and faster.
Jerry released his grip on Buck's cock with his right hand, then slid both gloved hands up Buck's torso, feeling the washboard of Buck's stomach muscles tighten and relax with every stroke o Jerry's shaft.
The naked motorcyclist studied Buck's arms and shoulders for a moment, then slid his hands further up, explored the swelling arch of the lumberjack's chest and the thick, hard pectorals. Leather-gloved fingers poked, then pinched Buck's nipples. Jerry brought his hands on down Buck's torso again, stroking the ripple of muscle and rib at the sides of Buck's wide chest, and on down the smooth taper to a narrow waist. Jerry clutched Buck's hips, fingers digging into hard muscle, pulling the naked Hercules closer.
Inside, deep inside the roots of his prong, Jerry felt muscles tense -- pressure built up, seeking release. Waves of excitement spread from his organs, setting his nerves aflame as they swept through his body. He reached the point of no retreat, pounded on through. Now he was a lust-maddened pile-driver, in to the hilt -- back -- then in again -- and with each impaling thrust, Jerry rammed himself deeper into Buck's clutching hole.
Just a few more strokes -- short, fast, desperate strokes into the splendid body spitted on Jerry's prong. Buck's powerful thighs squeezed Jerry tighter as they both tensed for the climax. Jerry felt his stomach pull in tight, felt his chest expand, felt his hips pumping -- one more thrust -- and Jerry's organs erupted, jetting sperm and man-cream deep in the squirming lumberjack.
The two naked studs were motionless, every muscle of their locked bodies straining as Jerry pumped the rest of his load into Buck. Then -- slowly -- tension faded and the pair relaxed into an afterglow.
Jerry raised his head and gJerryd around the clearing. Pines rustled overhead; wind ruffled his sweat-slick body; he and Buck were still alone. The motorcyclist looked down at Buck, studying the young giant he had just finished fucking.
Buck squirmed his still-impaled butt in a circle; Jerry's shaft twitched, squeezing out one more spurt into the tight passage. Buck sighed, ``Boy, Jerry; that was a *real fuck. You really got to me, got me going too.''
Yeah? I sort of guessed.'' Jerry felt himself grin wryly as he put his gloved left hand on Buck's hard cock. I was gonna jack you off while I was fucking you, but . . .'' He cocked his forefinger and thumb, thumped the rigid shaft, shaking a pearly droplet from the very tip.
Just as well you didn't,'' said Buck. Maybe I shoulda told you: there's one thing that turns me on hotter than a motorcycle ride, and that's getting fucked.'' He moved his arms back to raise his head and shoulders still farther and started easing himself off Jerry's cock. ``You've had your turn; now it's -- hey!''
Jerry's hands moved like black blurs, like bats pouncing on their prey. Now gloved fingers of Jerry's right hand gripped the lumberjack's big balls and began to squeeze, while his left hand tightened around the barrel of Buck's shaft.
``Hey! Leggo! That *hurts!!''
Not half as much as getting fucked would hurt me,'' growled Jerry. Getting fucked isn't one of my turn-ons.''
Well, you sure liked fucking **me,* and I'll take it easy on your ass when -- hey, not so fucking **tight!''* The muscular lumberjack took a deep breath and glared up at Jerry. Ya want me to promise not to rape you or what?''
``I'll do better than that,'' said Jerry, glancing from Buck's anxious face to his sturdy prong. The naked motorcyclist pulled his hips back slowly, pulling his own prong out of Buck's butt, and settled down from keeling to sitting position on the pine needles. Then, still gripping Buck's balls with his right hand, Jerry bent forward, opened his mouth wide, and --
``Hey! Don't!!'' The young Hercules tried to wiggle away until a warning squeeze on his balls stopped him.
``What's the matter? 'Fraid I'll bite?''
``No . . . but sucking cock -- that's queer stuff, Jerry.''
But --'' Jerry stared, open-mouthed, and the worried lumberjack. You just let me -- Hey!! Stop that!!'' Jerry squeezed just in time to keep Buck from jerking out of Jerry's grasp. Buck yelped, slowly relaxed. ``No more funny stuff -- okay?''
Buck grunted, Jerry grinned.
``Okay, then. Now --'' Jerry bent forward again, between Buck's powerful thighs. His mouth was opening, the sturdy, half- hard cock was waiting. Jerry's right hand held Buck's massive balls; Jerry's left guided Buck's prong to Jerry's parted lips.
Jerry's tongue flicked out and touched Buck's pink glans. Indrawn breath hissed through Buck's teeth. Jerry opened his lips wider; his head dipped lower. His tongue slid over Buck's glans and under the cleft that separated tip from thick shaft.
The naked motorcyclist opened his jaws wider and took Buck's prong into his mouth. Jerry closed his lips around the barrel of that prong. He slid lips and tongue down, pulled back, slid down again, all without a hint of suction -- yet. Then, at the bottom of his next slow stroke, Jerry pushed hard with his tongue, swallowed, sucked -- *hard -- at the mouthful of man- meat.
Buck gasped aloud. His prong surged, stiffened rapidly in Jerry's mouth. Still sucking, Jerry lifted his head until just the tip of Buck's prong was still in Jerry's mouth. Then, still sucking hard, he went down again until Buck's glans was quivering against the back of Jerry's mouth.
For stroke after stroke, Jerry sucked on the muscular lumberjack's meat. And stroke by stroke, the lumberjack responded: his thighs tightened around Jerry's chest, his stomach became a concave ripple of muscle under Jerry's gloved fingers. And as Jerry sucked and licked and nibbled, Buck's thick prong hardened, lengthened, thickened, throbbed until Jerry's mouth barely contained Buck's lusty erection.
Jerry slowly raised his head, let Buck's glans slip from his mouth, and looked up to meet the young Hercules's eyes. Buck was staring back at Jerry, muscles tense, eyes wide, forehead furrowed between his black eyebrows. Buck's muscles slowly relaxed as Jerry slid his right hand up Buck's torso, but Buck still looked worried. Buck's gaze dropped from Jerry's face to Buck's own hard prong, gleaming wetly, then back to Jerry's face.
``Well?'' asked Jerry.
It -- it's different. I'm -- all I gotta do is just lie here while you do all the work. It's almost like getting fucked, only . . .'' Buck growled. Queer stuff.''
Jerry felt Buck's muscles start tensing; he tightened his grip on the lumberjack's massive balls.
``Still planning to rape me?'' Jerry asked.
``Not now -- Hey! Not so fucking tight!'' gasped Buck, carefully relaxing his muscles.
Jerry laughed, and then went down on Buck's cock again. With a few strokes, Jerry brought the sturdy spike up to quivering hardness again. Jerry sucked hungrily, head bobbing, tongue thrusting and rubbing. Inside Jerry's mouth, Buck responded eagerly -- getting hotter and harder with every stroke.
Buck thrust with his hips, driving up as Jerry's head went down, pulling back as Jerry's mouth rose. Buck was breathing heard, with little moans and gasps. Jerry knew that under his fingers, deep in the roots of Buck's thick shaft, pressure must be building up, getting ready for the eruption to come.
*Just a few strokes more, Jerry told himself, *and this muscle-stud is going to gonna explode for sure. Close -- getting closer -- but Jerry abruptly jerked his head up and away from the young giant's prong. Jerry watched, half-smiling, while Buck's magnificent organs quivered and jerked right on the edge of orgasm and then quieted to eager but unspent rigidity. Jerry ran his glance slowly up the powerfully muscled torso until he met Buck's own half-hungry, half-worried gaze. Jerry raised an eyebrow, grinned, and slowly went down on the naked lumberjack again.
Thrice more, Jerry took Buck to the brink; twice, he let the eruption subside. The last time, Jerry sucked until he realized, *It's too late to stop now; this stud is over the edge. Buck was in rut, hips pumping, chest heaving, cock throbbing. Jerry was hot too, hungry for what Buck was straining to give.
``Don't stop -- Jerry -- please -- *take me -- suck me hard!'' the naked lumberjack panted.
Both of Jerry's hands gripped Buck's thrusting hips; Buck's hands held Jerry's head, pulling him down to take every possible inch between his teeth and jaws, down until the broad glans rammed the back of Jerry's mouth.
Jerry sucked. He raised his head, slid down, up -- all the way down on the straining length of hot, hard meat. Buck's shaft jerked in a rippling spasm. Jerry felt a jet of Buck's hot cream spurt out, through Buck's prong, and into Jerry's mouth.
Jerry clamped his lips tightly around Buck's shaft and sucked; Buck pumped a mouthful of swirling juices deep into Jerry's mouth. Jerry swallowed and sucked for more. He felt Buck's body jerk and jerk again, saw Buck's torso squirm, heard Buck gasp for breath. Buck's scent -- fresh sweat and musky maleness -- slid into Jerry's nose with every breath. Buck's lusty eruption -- hot and slippery, salty and bitter -- bathed Jerry's tongue and throat as he gulped down the virile geyser.
Another spurt of man-oil; Jerry sucked, swallowed, sucked for more until he drained Buck's balls dry. Jerry slowly lifted his head from the still-hard prong, then stood up. He hooked his thumbs in his belt, looked down at the sweat-shiny, magnificently-muscled lumberjack and raised an eyebrow in wordless query.
Fucking queer stuff,'' Buck grumbled. I feel limp all over.''
Yeah?'' Jerry poked Buck's hard prong with the booted toe of his right foot. Well, *some-fucking-thing sure turned you on, especially at the end, when I let go of your balls and you grabbed my head.''
Buck scowled; Jerry grinned back, turned, and strolled back to the BMW. He picked up his pants and leather jacket, straddled the bike, and sat, thinking, pleasantly conscious of his balls and half-hard prong on the cold leather
*I could just take off down the trail now. Or I could take Buck on up the trail. But if I did that . . . Jerry heard a foot crunch into the dry pine needles; he turned. Buck stood beside him now.
Look, stud,'' the naked Hercules said, I'm sorry about -- you know -- and right after you gave me a ride and -- and everything.''
``So?''
``So if I promise not to try any more rough stuff and -- and let you fuck me again, will you give me another ride on your machine?''
Jerry tried to keep a scowl on his face, but a grin broke through his control. ``Well -- okay, but if you get hot again, I get to suck you off. Okay?''
``Fuck yes. Lemme tie my axe back on, and then we can stow our clothes in your saddlebags and . . .''
``Huh? You mean -- ride like this?'' Jerry gestured at his nakedness, felt his prong jiggle, and looked down to see he was stiffening rapidly.
``Sure. This trail's hardly ever used, and there's another place a couple of miles or so deeper into the woods.''
Just a few minutes later, the big BMW roared to life again and charged up the trail -- Jerry in boots, belt, gloves, cap, and a fresh hard-on -- and Buck behind him, hanging on tight, wearing nothing but his own lusty erection.
================================================================ [Copyright (C) 1999 by Felix Jerry Falkon; you may save or make] [paper copies for your own use; do not post, repost, publish, ] [or archive elsewhere without the author's express permission. ] ----------------------------------------------------------------
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