This is a fictional story. The beginning is true about a real friend but evolves into one of fantasy. You'll figure out where the fantasy begins.
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Straight Biker Rides My Ass
It was a warm Saturday afternoon in mid-July. I think it was about 85 degrees, not too hot, very nice for Northern California. I heard his bike pull up in front of my home. It was Tim. We've been friends since we were in the Navy. We are both civilians now. Tim is a big guy, about 6'2", probably about 200 pounds, well built and muscular. He is a biker and so generally wears a black t-shirt, jeans, leather vest and black boots. Tim likes wearing his jeans tight, which always showed off a very sweet ass and huge bulge in the front. Tim's jeans were so tight that it was obvious he went commando and you could almost always see the bulge of his nuts and the prodigious outline of a long cock snaking down his leg. When he'd get a hardon, it became even more apparent. His large cock would crawl down the tight pant leg of his jeans, the shaft and juicy head of his cock would plump up and throb heavily against its tight constraints. His cock and balls seemed to be their own live being as they seemed to move around in his jeans of their own accord despite their tight constraints.
The way Tim dressed always drove me nuts as I always struggled to look at the man and not just his hot crotch. Tim knew I was gay and didn't have a problem with it. He frequently caught me checking him out and took some perverse pleasure in teasing me by rubbing himself to erection, rubbing himself on me, making salacious remarks about having my `hot faggot lips' on his huge cock and the like. He'd always laugh it off and redirect my attention to something else. He knew that all he had to do was say the word and I would be naked and spread eagle for him to ravage me at his will.
When I heard his bike pull up, I looked out the living room window to make sure it was him, and indeed it was. I opened the front door and waited for him as he dismounted his bike. I watched lustfully when he hiked his right leg over the back of the bike. His nuts shifted and filled what little room there was in his pant leg. As his leg came down to the ground, his long cock protruded against the tight denim, showing a long shaft and the outline of a hefty head. He climbed the stairs to the porch, his lengthy cock and huge balls bouncing down each leg as he climbed. I smiled at him and greeted him, asking him "to what do I owe this pleasure on this beautiful day?"
"Just out bumming around, thought I'd drop by and say `howdy', see what you're up to today," stated Tim as he landed on the top stair. He opened his arms for a hug and we embraced; it was a macho embrace with quick back slapping and rapid release. I could smell the patchouli oil on him, which always made my cock jump a little. We entered the house and I closed the door behind us. He plopped down on the couch and I offered him a beer, to which he agreed. I went to the kitchen, got a beer out of the fridge for him and poured myself a drink of Southern Comfort and Coke. I made a quick joke to myself in my head about really wanting some SC and cock instead. I returned to the living room with the drinks in my hands and gave Tim his beer. We spent some time shooting the shit about events over the past couple of weeks. Tim then inquired if I had any crank, which I informed him I did. I broke out the supplies and lined us up a couple of gaggers. Tim then asked if I could get my hands on an 8-ball, told him I had that much on hand.
"How much? The usual $80?," asked Tim.
"Well, I'll give it to you for free if you finally fuck me," I said with a smile on my face. I expected him to bristle under the offer and reject it. However, he thought about it for a few seconds and said pretty nonchalantly, "Well, what the fuck. Why not? It's been quite a while since I blew my load inside any slash and am getting a bit tired of jacking off."
I about fell off the couch when he said that. I had offered hundreds of times before to suck his cock and/or offered up my ass and he always refused. I never expected this straight biker to actually take me up on my repeated offers. I just looked at him for a minute and he stared at me with a `well, what ya gonna do now?' look.
"Holy fuck, man! You know how long I've been waiting for this," I inquired.
"Yeah, about 10 years, since you set your eyes on my big ol' cock on the boat. I guess I've tortured you long enough. Besides, you got a cute little ass that I bet I can really tear up for an afternoon." Tim just smiled at me. "Why don't you show me the 8-ball and then we can get down to payment?"
I pulled out my stash and gave him a choice of 3 pre-bundled sacks. My heart was beating loudly and quickly, my hands shaking at the thought of being wrapped around his Apollo-like body. He picked one and slipped it into a pocket of his leather vest. I returned my stash to its hiding place. I looked over at Tim and he just sat on the other couch, smiling, his legs propped open. I slinked off my couch and crawled between his knees. I stared at his crotch, reveling in the long cock and huge balls contained by the faded, tight denim. My hands rested on his knees briefly and then began to roam their way up his thighs.
I looked Tim in the face as my hands seemed to move on their own accord and he smiled down at me. My hands came to rest on his cock and balls. His cock was soft but the heat emanating from it warmed my hand. I began to rub him firmly and his cock immediately began to swell and grow down his leg even further. He was fully erect in just a few seconds while I rubbed him and even though I knew he had a huge cock, was still delighted at the length which must have been well over 9 inches. I felt his large hand rest on the back of my head gently, not guiding just embracing me. I moved my face down to his crotch and gently covered it in kisses, starting at the protruding head and worked my way down the shaft and then moved over to his fat balls pinned against his other leg.
"Oooh, you're a good little cock-sucker, aren't ya'? I bet you can't wait to gag on my cock." Tim continued to rub the back of my head with his huge paw as I nuzzled my face into his crotch. With both hands, he gently lifted my head and pulled me up and began to kiss me. It was a very sensual kiss as he slowly licked my lips and pushed his tongue into my open mouth. Tim had kissed me several times over the years, primarily when he was drunk and feeling affectionate. He would always pull me close and kiss me, his tongue always ending up in my mouth. This kiss was even more sensual since I knew it wouldn't end with just a kiss. The mix of raunchy talk combined with his gentle handling of me was electrifying. His tongue dominated my own and his warm hands moved down to my shoulders to pull me in closer to him. My hands wrapped around his torso and we embraced. He broke the kiss and continued to hug me, our breath rapid and loud. I could hear his heart beating loudly through his chest as I rested my head against him. Tim kissed the side of my face and worked his way to my lips again, raising my head for our lips to meet. He again kissed me, a little more forcefully this time, much more intensely.
My hands worked their way around to the front of his chest and slid down his ribs to his tight stomach. I pulled at his t-shirt, lifting the end of it out of his jeans. We continued to kiss while I pushed his leather vest off his shoulders. We broke our kiss when I pulled his t-shirt off and over his head. Tim sat on the couch bare-chested as he began to pull my shirt off me. We both stood simultaneously and again embraced, our arms wrapped around each other, our groins grinding together. Our arms roamed over each other, moving in unison and found each other's asses. Our breathing was heavy and moans began to roll from our throats as we seemed to try to meld into one being. My hands found their way to his belt buckle and undid it. I then unbuttoned his 501's and began to push them off his hips. I looked down as his pants traveled down his legs and saw his huge cock pop upwards as it was released from the tight confines of his jeans. I let out a gasp and stated, "Holy fuck man, that is one fucking huge cock. I don't think I've ever had one that big before."
"Why don't you give it a measure with your mouth and be sure," stated Tim. I quickly dropped to my knees and grabbed the base of his cock. It was reddish brown, heavily veined and thick as a radiator hose. My lips parted as I placed the purplish head in my mouth and gently sucked. My tongue wrapped around his head as I began to travel down the length of his shaft. I got about half-way down when his cock head hit the back of my mouth. I increased the suction and travelled back up his cock. Tim sucked air through his teeth quickly, stating, "Fuck, your mouth is like a Hoover. You really can suck a cock!"
I sucked Tim for several minutes, bobbing up and down on as much of his rod as I could. My tongue danced over and around the shaft and head. Tim's breathing was shallow and rapid as he held my head and leaned back, driving more of his long cock into my mouth. I held the base of cock with one hand and massaged his hefty nuts with the other. "Yeah, suck my cock, buddy. Your mouth is so hot. Fucking suck it, fucking suck it," Tim commanded over and over. I continued to suck his cock enthusiastically, relishing in how the fat tube filled my mouth and the spongy head bounced at the back of my throat.
Tim slowly and gently withdrew his cock from my mouth. I looked up at his face to see him smiling at me with a sultry grin. "Take your pants off. Let's do this right," Tim directed. I stood and pulled my pants off while Tim kicked off his boots and finished removing his jeans. Naked, except for our socks, we embraced once again and kissed deeply. Our hard rods rubbed against each other while our hips pumped in unison, our arms pulling each other tightly in loving embrace.
"I want to feel all of you. I want to wrap myself around you and in you to feel your strength. I love you Tim. I love you so much," I pleaded with him.
"I love you too, bro. Being with you feels so right, it makes me so hard, feels so ... goood." Tim's voice was breathy, deep, passionate.
"Let's go to my room. We can be more comfortable on the bed," I told him. With arms wrapped around each other's waist, we made the short walk to my bedroom. The curtains were closed and filtered light filled the room with a warm, mellow glow. We turned and embraced again and slowly laid down on the bed. Lying on our sides, our arms wrapped around each other, our tongues once again dancing together, Tim's top leg moving over my own, wrapping around me. Our groins seemed to press together on their own volition; rubbing, gyrating, humping each other as our bodies slid together in deep, electrifying oneness. Tim leaned against me, rolling us over so that he was on top of me. My legs moved to wrap around his own. He drove his long, hard rod roughly into my own, our rigid cocks sliding and slipping against our stomachs. Tim's head lowered to cradle in the crook of my neck and his arms wrapped around my shoulders and back. We humped each other, moaning and grabbing at each other. My own cock was harder than it had been in several years, it felt longer and fatter than it has ever been. Precum flowed liberally from us both, providing lubrication for our cocks and bodies to rub together. My hands roamed down Tim's strong back and found his bare ass cheeks. I gripped them firmly, pulling him even further into me. My hands rubbed his cheeks, my fingers rubbing his crack.
Tim continued to pump himself into me. He began to guide his cock down between my legs, finding its way to my love hole. He rubbed the fat head of his cock against me, letting it travel as it chose up and down from my asshole to my balls. "I want you inside me man. Grab the Vaseline and lube us up so we can finally be together," I exclaimed in throaty passion. Tim looked over and saw the jar of Vaseline on my nightstand. Rising up on his knees, he grabbed it and scooped a large blob out and began to apply it to his prodigious, glistening cock. He stroked himself slowly for several minutes while I watched in complete awe. His cock was at least a good 9 inches long and had to be at least a good 6 or 7 inches thick. His cock was a deep reddish brown, the head a deeper red hue. He had large veins that protruded, running up and down his fat shaft. The hair around his cock was deep and thick and nearly pitch black. While Tim stroked himself, I reached into the tub of Vaseline and scooped a glob on my finger tips and began to apply it to my hole. My fingers slowly worked their way into my ass, forcing the grease deep inside me. I slowly finger fucked myself with two fingers while I watched Tim pleasure himself. Tim watched me pump my fingers in and out of my anus. "yeah, that's it. Get yourself good and greased up. You're gonna need it to take this big rod up that tight little hole of yours," Tim instructed while he continued to slowly masturbate his long fuck muscle.
"Oh God, please, put that big cock of yours in me Tim. I need you. I want you. Fuck ME!" Tim grinned and dropped the jar of Vaseline to the bed. He leaned over me, grabbing his mighty prick with one hand and guided the head to my loosening hole. I removed my fingers just in time to feel the rigid head press up against my opening. "Here it comes, baby. Your gonna be fucked like never before. I can't wait to get inside you," breathily Tim spoke. Steadily, Tim pressed himself into me. His head met some initial resistance, but with a steady push forced its way into me. I gasped in ecstasy while the hard, fat rod travelled into me. Tim's huge cock was about half way into me that I could see as I looked down between my legs to see at least 4 or 5 inches still waiting to enter me. Tim paused for a moment, withdrew about an inch or two and then slowly pushed his way back into me. This time his extremely large cock spread me, filled me at a steady pace until I felt his balls come to rest against my ass cheeks. I gasped again, bellowing "Holy fuck. That feels sooooo gooood. You are so big, so deep inside me. I have never been filled so much."
Tim pulled his cock back about half way and then pushed forward again, straining his groin against my own. My prostrate is stimulated by being pushed up against my guts by Tim's intruding pole. I gasp out reflexively as a wave of electricity runs over my body. I pull Tim into me as he begins to slowly pump himself in my ass. Tim tells me "Damn, this is a tight, hot ass. I'm going to really enjoy screwing you and filling you with my cum." Tim begins a nice fucking pace and continues to tell me how much he loves my tight ass, to take all of him when he forces all that he can into me, to tell me to open up to his fuck when he moves his hips from side to side, forcing my ass to be stretched even further by his impaling rod.
I pull my legs up and wrap them around Tim's chest while he screws me deeply and richly. For the next hour Tim fucks me at varying speeds. At times he gives me long, deep and slow stroking and at others he fucks me hard and fast like a beast. I am so enraptured that I can't even touch my own throbbing cock. I have to hold on to Tim's shoulders and waist with my arms and legs while I take the fucking of my life. At different times, I am screwed in different positions. Tim is behind me with me on my knees, then I am ontop of him, ramming myself onto his steel hard rod. Other times we are on our sides while Tim slowly and lovingly strokes himself into me in a way that he is trying to provide as much pleasure as he can to my love tunnel. By the end, he is back ontop of me, my legs spread eagle and he is driving fiercely into me. He is talking raunchy to me, telling me to take his fuck like a good little bitch, to feel him all the way in me while I respond with many proclamations to God and how good his big cock feels in me.
"Here I cum, baby! I'm gonna cum!" Tim's fucking slows to a final deep, hard thrust into me. I have been getting screwed by his 9 inch pecker for the past hour where he has fully pressed himself into me. With his final thrust his cock went even deeper and I could feel his cock expand even more. The fat, hard head of his cock felt like it was in my stomach and suddenly I was being filled with white hot lava. Tim howled a loud "FFFFUUUUUCCCCCK!!" and I cried out in absolute pleasure. When the first shot of Tim's seed hit the walls of my guts, it sent a bolt of fire to my loins and my own cock erupted. With each of Tim's hot volleys of cum inside me it made my own cock explode. It almost felt like Tim's cum was flowing through me to flow from my own spasming cock. Our orgasms seemed to reverberate for eternity. Time had stopped as we shared in each other's pleasure. After a few minutes, Tim collapsed ontop of me and my own arms and legs fell to the side. He breathed heavily while we regained our breath. Tim's cock quivered inside of me and very slowly began to deflate. My hole was now restricting and beginning to force the blood out of Tim's engorged organ. Finally, the wonderful pole that had been ravishing me for the past hour was now expelled from my ass. I felt empty, yet fulfilled. Tim rolled off me, still breathing deeply but with more control.
"Holy shit man. That was indeed the best fuck I have ever had," Tim exclaimed.
"Me too. It was so good because it was you," I stated. Tim looked over at me for half a minute and then leaned over to kiss me again. Our kiss was gentle, soothing as it completed our love making. We didn't just fuck, we made love and our souls had touched. We spent the rest of the day and the next holding each other, rolling against each other and made love every couple of hours. We had plenty of drugs to keep us going, but didn't need or use any of them. Our passion came from something deeper and more natural. This became the beginning of a sexual relationship between us. Tim would still hookup with women and screw them, but it was merely sexual and not love like we shared. The time we spent together we chose to do because we both enjoyed it so much, it felt so right, and we learned how to be with the other in a way that we could not be with anyone else. We touched each other's souls in a way that was unique to us and could not be repeated with anyone else. I think that is what you call love.