Wow! Guys ' I feel that I haven't met my obligations lately - - it's been quite a while since my last posting. but after what happened today, I've just got to tell you. (and I'll try to add a few others of what's been happening in between).
Now let's get the b.s. out of the way. If you are under 18, or in a geo-political situation that makes your reading 'gay porn' a felony or whatever please go click on that 'back' button (or that 'x' in the upper right corner). Otherwise, be advised that what you are about to read is about sex between two legally aged, male, partners.
Also, I'm sure some of you will notice that there is no mention, or use, of condoms in most of these stories. That's because they are just stories. In real life please play 'safe'.
Straight Bars - #9 - The Bike Ride
As a few of you might have guessed, my screen-name does tell the fact that I live at the Central New Jersey Shore area. Well, that generally means I am most often within 5 miles of the ocean and the boardwalks. The day of this story, I finished work at noon and, even with the somewhat overcast sky, I headed over to 'the boards' at Seaside Heights, and stopped in at one of the bars there overlooking the ocean.
I had ordered my usual 'xxx' light pint' (look when they want to give me a few free ones, I'll tell you the brand name!) and had only sipped the edge when a damned hot biker type walked in and sat down right next to me. Now there were lots of empty stools at the time, it's a big bar, so it was curious that he sat on the next one to me on my right.
And you might ask, why did you say 'biker type' well he was wearing the same black levi's that I was wearing, he had on a grey muscle shirt with the Harley-Davidson iron cross as I had, but he looked 'biker' and not the big-bellied type. Besides, he was wearing the boots versus my boat shoes !! (so, guess you can figure that I don't ride a hog yet!)
To get it all out in the open. I'm 5'10', 195 pounds, with totally s&p hair, including the stache and goatee (aka a 'VanDyke'). Those of you on AOL or AIM can check it out in my profile. Since I'm 56, unfortunately, the mid-section is beginning to get a bit larger than I like, and the 6-pack has long since begun the transition to more of a keg! This guy, however, must have still been in his late 30's or early-to-mid 40's (it's getting more and more difficult to tell).
He, on the other hand, was still quite 'buff', maybe 6 feet, or an inch or so taller, with slightly graying brown hair, dark brown eyes, and upper arms that earned the term 'guns' and just asked to licked and stroked as they flexed out of the sleeveless shirt. The hands were wide, and the fingers long and thick. C'mon, guys, you know what that means !!! So, yeah, I looked. And the basket was what you would really love to get on Easter!!!! The eggs were definitely Grade-A Large or better and that chocolate bunny was just asking to be chewed on!
About that time the bartender came over and he ordered a pint like mine. While he was distracted, talking to her, I took the opportunity to do some more perv'ing, and Peter- junior began to flex against my boxer briefs and the outside denim.
Suddenly turning toward me, he spoke. 'Hi, I'm Andy,' he said out of the blue, reaching out with his right hand.
'ummmm... Hi, I'm Peter,' I replied, a bit stunned, as I reached out and shook his hand.
'You're gay, aren't you?' he continued.
Taken totally aback, I could barely even get my mouth to work. 'unnmmmmm, Why the fuck would you ask that' I demanded in my most masculine and confrontive tone.
'Because, my 'gaydar' is never, never wrong,' he continued, ''and' I like what I'm seeing there.'
By then I know I was beet red -- all over. I couldn't really deny it ' or could I' but here I was, the absolute personification of 'a deer in the headlights'!
I'm not sure what all the thoughts were that were racing through my mind ' the instant denials, the counter thrusts, the fright ' who knows; but suddenly I felt my mouth open and heard myself say ''and I like what I see, too.'
That, needless to say, clinched the deal, so-to-speak. I was 'out' and 'open'.
He raised his glass (also a pint) and I raised mine, clinking them together. 'To the beach,' he added.
'To warmer, sunnier days at the beach,' I added.
'Cloudy days can have their own warmth,' he continued, as he looked me eye-to-eye.
'Not that much here,' I said.
'Finish your beer, and let's see what warmer places we can find,' he added.
'Sounds nice,' I said, 'but I'm not sure that would be okay,' I said with some concern about how fast things seemed to be moving. Then I added, 'and, besides, right now I've gotta get rid of that last beer.' Standing up, I pushed my empty pint glass forward a bit and got up heading to the men's room. Damn! He stayed sitting there.
When I got to the restroom, I remembered this place has several urinals side-by-side without any privacy shields, so I went to the far end and sort of turned to 'hide' myself. It took a while for me to finally relax and start to stream. Just as I did, I heard the door open and there was 'Mr. Hotbiker' coming in. He didn't take the far urinal, as most guys would do, but took the one right next to me, and flopped out a cock 'to die for' !!! It was at least 6' soft, and uncut. He peeled it back and I could see that it was totally clean ' no cheese or other debris inside that skin hood ' and the slick, pinkish-bluish-purple, mushroom head just shining in the light. My knees buckled !!! (Hey, by now, if you've read any of my previous stories, you should all know that I'm totally into the hooded cobra!)
'Awwww, fuck!' I muttered as I just turned and reached over and grabbed hold of it with my left hand. 'That's gorgeous,' I gushed. Then I opened up completely and added: 'Awwww, fuck, I want to taste that'and have it up my hole!'
'It's all your's,' he said. 'Now, let's get out of here. Follow me, 'cause I want to give you what you want, and I want to shoot a hot load up your hot, tight ass. Okay''
Never turning down a subtle sweet talk like that, I replied, 'Lead on, MacDuff,' using some old literary reference I have heard for years.
Stopping briefly at the bar, grabbing the bills that were next to our empty glasses, and leaving nice tips, we headed back out to the boardwalk.
'Where are you parked?' he asked.
'About 3 blocks down,' I answered.
'What'cha driving?'
'A silver Expedition,' I replied.
'I'm in a black Escalade,' he continued, 'I'll be down to you in a few minutes.'
I walked back to my car (okay' it's an SUV) and got in, wondering what I had gotten myself into; but about two minutes after I was there, I saw the black Caddy slowly go past the street. I backed out and in a minute or so was right behind him. I flashed my lights to let him know I was back there.
Following along, I was still not too sure that I was doing what I should, but damned, I was hot, horny, and hoping. (always remember those 3 H's)
We drove up Hwy 35 north for a couple miles into the 'really summer residents area' (little houses on both sides between the ocean and the bay). Then he turned right, toward the ocean, and a couple houses down, turned into the driveway area. Needless to say, there was a Harley Softail parked next to the house. He really was a biker!
He parked the Escalade, got out, and started to open the house door. I pulled in next to him and got out and followed him into the house.
I hadn't even gotten inside the door much before he had already pulled his shirt off over his head, thrown it to the side, and was pulling mine off over my head!!!
Next thing I knew, he had pulled me to him, chest-to-chest, my rather sparsely haired one to his burly, well-haired pecs. Damn! That felt good!!!
His hands that were around my back then dropped and pulled my ass forward so that our crotches were being ground together. I went from soft to violently hard in under a second!!! 'and he matched me!!! I could feel his huge, hot, and very hard manhood rubbing into my own.
I knew right then that he was definitely a 'man of action' as he pushed me back a bit and his hands went right for my belt buckle. As he hurriedly opened my belt and began to work on the top button of my jeans and the zipper, I returned the favor. In only a few more seconds, my jeans were open and being pushed down my legs, as were his own. Stepping out of my boat shoes, I kicked my jeans off my ankles.
He, unfortunately, had to back away, as he fought his way out of his boots. Then, there we were, both in nothing but our (equally) grey boxer briefs.
I reached out and cupped his massive tool and that lovely, large pair of balls. He should have been a model for underwear. They may not have sold a lot of the shorts, but they would sure as shit sell a lot of the catalogs!!!
'No, not in here,' he mumbled, as he literally picked me up like a baby, carried me into the bedroom, and tossed me on the bed like I was a 10-pound bag of flour. 'Here,' he stated.
As he stood over me, he quickly thrust his thumbs into the elastic waist-band of his shorts, dropped them, and kicked them away, allowing his now 9-or-so inches of throbbing man flesh to slap up against his abs and begin leaking its juice into his navel.
Taking his cue, I lifted my ass off the bed and pushed my own shorts down and off my feet.
The next thing I knew, he was on top of me. His elbows were on each side by my shoulders. His hands were on each side of my head, holding me toward his face. His knees were between my thighs, and I could feel his overheated, dripping cock now beginning to fill my own navel with its sweet honey.
He leaned forward and kissed me. Now I have been kissed before ' a lot of times. But never never never have I been kissed with the passion and force of this one! I thought I would cum on the spot!!
My brain went into a near coma, and I succumbed totally. My lips opened and allowed him to explore every part and parcel of my mouth ' the tongue, the teeth, inside the cheeks, the top of my throat, all of it was his for the taking. I closed my lips around that master probe, and began to suck on it like a young calf at a teat, bucking my lips to his in response, as if I could get more of him inside me.
At the same time, he began to press his cock onto me, riding me and letting me feel his hot, throbbing manhood as it drove itself against my own deliriously hard cock and my abdomen, leaving wet, snail trails of man-goo all over me.
Something in me just snapped and I lifted him as if he were that same small sack of flour as I had been, and I twisted around under him, until I could wrap my lips around his leaking cockhead. That nectar should not be wasted, dribbling onto my body. It had to be tasted and enjoyed; and that's what I did! And it tasted so sweet, yet with a bit of the salty sea added. The up-top brain just stopped working, and now I was running entirely on the one in the smaller head.
'Unnnnnnggggghhhhhh!' he moaned.
'Ummmmmmm,' I replied around that deliciously dripping and throbbing meat. C'mon, I do like to suck on a nice cock, but there was something about this one that made me want to devour it!!! I swear, if I could have, I would have swallowed it whole !!!
But there were two equally delicious eggs hanging under that magnificent tool and they needed some attention as well. So I did what any good cocksucker would do. I lifted off that throbbing fuck stick and swallowed the left ball. His ass came up off the bed like it had a rocket underneath it.
'Awwww, fuck,' he moaned.
I worked my magic on that one, then I switched over to the left side. There was no way I could get them both into my mouth at the same time, though I tried for all I was worth! After washing those beautiful eggs for a while, I dropped them and wrapped my tongue around the base of his still throbbing, and now dripping, cock.
About that time, he finally managed to find my own stretched-to-the-limit, rock-hard cock! As his warm lips and mouth engulfed its head, I moaned a deep guttural growl, and my whole body started to shake and quiver. He just held it there deep inside his mouth and began to work his tongue and cheeks to suck my brains and toenails out through the end of my cock!!!
I began working my way up his shaft, feeling that wide tube along the underside as it responded to my rasping tongue, I got to the top and again covered it with my warm, wet lips. Chewing momentarily on the puckered foreskin, I slipped my tongue inside the sheath and ran it around the flared edge of his cockhead. Then I tightened my lips and drove them down the smooth, pre-cum moistened head, also driving the skin back until it was tightly held under the lip of his corona, and began to match his sucking skills.
His ass began to bounce in the air over my head and the next thing I knew he was skull fucking my brains loose!! His breath was ragged and he was moaning and sighing and making all sorts of animal-like sounds.
'Awwww, fuck,' he finally got out. 'That's sooooo damned good, but I want your ass, man. I want to fuck your ass! I want to blow a hot load up inside you and make you my bitch and feel those little swimmers running all around inside you. I wanna mark you and make you mine. so roll over and let me in there.'
Now, as you may know from my earlier stories, I've taken a couple of thin to medium wide 8 to 9 inches ' and a thick 6 ' but this guy was pretty wide and had to be at least a full 9+ inches of plowshare. However, as hot as I was.. and gorgeous at his cock was ' with only half the head now showing through the stretched foreskin - - I was a goner. Yeah, remember' I'm a real bottom, and I wanted to feel that big fucker shoved into my hot, horny, hungry hole!
...but, 'No,' I said. 'First of all, I'm nobody's 'bitch'! If you want to call me a name, call me your 'babe' or your 'hot fuck'. I may be a bottom, but don't take a demeaning attitude toward me. Sure I'm a bit on the submissive side, but that doesn't give you the right to degrade me! ' and I want it from the front. I want to watch you as I feel it.'
'Okay,' he said, 'if that's what you want.' With that I rolled over on my back, lifted my legs up, pulled my knees to my chest, and bared my pucker to him.
'Awwww, shit, man,' he moaned. 'That's the nicest little hole I've seen in a long time. Just let me get it ready.'
With that said, he reached over to the night table and picked up a small bottle with a pump dispenser on it. I couldn't read what it said, but .. then' what the hell. I just hoped it worked!
The next thing I felt was the cold stuff being fingered into my crack and then into the edge of the hole itself. Needless to say, the first reaction was to slam that little muscle closed!!! But as he worked it over and over and things warmed up, the sphincter relaxed a bit and, before long, was downright hungry again! 'Wide open and all but grabbing,' might be another way to say it.
'Hey, guy, that's damned sure ready,' he said as he looked me right in the eye.
'It sure as hell is,' I said. 'Now fuck me!'
Taking me, and my sphincter, at our word, he leaned forward, placed the showing tip of his half-shrouded cock at my little brownie, and pushed.
Neither of us could believe it at first. It just slipped in so nicely!!!
'Awwwww, fuck,' he uttered.
'Awwwwww.. fuck ' me!' I responded to his not so unique comment, and he pressed forward until he was totally hilted in my hot chute. I felt so full. Knowing that he had shoved a full, by now, 10 inches of hot, swollen cock into me to the hilt!
'Just don't say 'Awwwww fuck',' I added.
'Okay' can I say 'Awwwww shit!'''
'I guess. But that's 'Awwwwwwfully, close' just say 'damn, that's good!'
Here I am with the hottest fuck I've had in years and we're playing word games!!! Have I gone nuts'!'!'
Then he started to withdraw and re-insert, slowly moving in and out. Now that's called 'fucking'!!! 'and my mind went west ' or south, or somewhere. All I know is that my brain was totally out of contact with the world, and I think his was too.
I don't know how long it was ' two minutes, ten minutes, a half-hour ' it was just bliss!!
All the while I was rubbing my hands on his burly chest and up and down those powerful arms, while watching the expressions of his face. Periodically, he would look down at me and smile, then he would lean down, kiss me, and then move back up and take on a look of serious concentration.
That man could fuck like there was no tomorrow and I was receiving it the same !!! But at some point, I heard him lean forward and whisper in my ear, 'Here it comes, babe.. I'm gonna spunk your tight little ass with enough juice to make you Tropicana-of-the- Year. 'Awwwwww, fuck!!! Here it cums!!!!'
With that newflash, he arched his back, threw his head back, clenched his teeth, and rammed that beautiful piece of uncut steel rod all the way to the hilt.
That time I didn't complain about his lack of vocabulary, I just lifted my ass up off the bed to get every bit of him inside me as I felt his cock swell from already-hard-enough- to-drive-nails to near-exploding'then it did! It exploded once, then twice, then'.. that fucker shot 9 swells of ball juice into me!!!! I swear, I'll be shitting his cum until next Columbus Day !! I felt every one of his bullets as it splattered against the walls of my fuck chute. They were big, and they were damned hot !!! ' he was moaning and just shaking all over as he filled my guts with his spunk.
'Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, damn!' I kept repeating as he pumped me full of his love juice. My ass was rising to his every thrust and sucking out every drop that might have been in those big fat balls!
Oh'damn!! That is sooooo good!' I screamed. 'Give it to me! Give me every fucking drop you got inside there!' I continued as I felt him begin to slow down and fall down onto me. 'Yeah, baby, I want every drop of that mean biker cock juice.' My ass was still working to suck out the last drop.
As he finally flopped down on top of me and relaxed, I realized that there was a lake of cum between us (and we both knew where that came from). It's not that often that I get the cum fucked out of me ' and damned sure less often that I don't even realize it, but..
Anyway, we lay together for a while ..
'and then, as these things go, we got up, cleaned up, and .. well .. I went back to my car and drove away. He didn't offer his 'card', so neither did I. I had to figure that he was another of the North Jersey guys down for the day ' and if we're lucky' we'll meet (meat') again. 'but I'm happy for today!
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