THE GARAGE
It was a hot, muggy evening when I finally got out of practice. Some of the other guy's on the squad were going to stop at our local hang out for some burgers, but I decided to just take a walk in my old neighborhood. I was still at my old H.S. although I had left home the previous year, and was now living in an area of Chicago known as the Gold Coast. After practice I usually had to take the "L" back to my new neighborhood where I bused tables at Tad's Steak House. I was off tonight, so there wasn't a rush, and I thought I'd see what some of my old friends were up to.
It was just starting to get dark and I thought i'd stop by and see Pat. Pat and I were once next door neighbors, and ever since the age of 9 were continuous fuck buddy's. As I walked down my old alley towards Pat's I heard the load thunder of a motorcycle. I turned and it was HIM. I didn't know his name or who he was. I had seen him many times hanging out with the greasers across from school. He was in his early 20's. He had jet black hair and an incredible physique. He always wore tight black pants and a black leather jacket. He never wore a shirt to hide his muscular hairy chest. When ever I saw him, I broke out in a sweat.
After I saw it was him, I quickly turned forward and continued to self consciously walk towards Pat's. I heard his bike slow down as he passed by me. As he did so he turned his head and flashed a quick smile. I was so paralyzed with lust and fear that I didn't know how to react. Just then he stopped his bike and dismounted. I froze. He pulled out his keys and began to unlock a garage. I couldn't believe that he lived on my old block. He swung open the garage door and walked his bike into the garage.
I proceeded to walk. Just as I got to his garage I heard his voice. " Eh, How ya doin?" I turned and looked into the dimly lighted garage. He had parked his bike toward the back. He was leaning up against it, half resting on the seat. I thought he was posing for a portrait. He jacket was open and his ripped stomach was exposed. His oversized crotch seemed to leap out at me as I trembled, quacking deep inside. This man had been my fantasy lust for months, and now he was only a few yards away actually talking to me. " Not too bad", I said almost losing my self in the warmth of his half smile and the strange darkness of his eyes. "Was just going to have a beer. Care to join me?", he asked. " I sure would.", I replied as I entered his garage.
He pulled open a small fridge he had in the garage and took out a couple of beers. As I took the one he handed me I noticed for the first time the hard steel grey color of his eyes. "Your on the gymnastics squad at the High, aren't you?", he asked. "Yes!" I said dumbfounded. " I've gone to a few of your meets." he said. "I've watched you and you're pretty good." "Thanks", I said. "Why don't you put down your grip and relax", he said now grinning. I was totally floored. I was standing there with my gear bag and a can of beer totally paralyzed with awe. I put down my bag and downed almost half the can in one quick gulp. I better close the door with us drinking", he said as he did just that. After he closed the door he turned and told me that he had always enjoyed watching me. He said he had asked around about me and had heard that I lived alone on the Gold Coast. I was starting to get very scared. I wasn't sure what was happening. He started walking toward me, and I backed up as he approached.
Suddenly I couldn't back up any more. I was up against his bike. He was standing right in front of me. I could smell the leather of his jacket and the enticing aroma of his sweat. He lifted his hand and firmly grasped that back of my head. "I Know What You Want !", he said staring into my eyes. I dropped my can of beer, and slowly brought my hands to the sides of his waist. He forced me down and held my face up against his crotch. My hands grabbed his hard buttocks, as I rubbed my face over his crotch. "Open my fly with your teeth, Jocko" he ordered. I forced my tongue into his fly. I was able to raise the zipper clasp with it and then grasp it with my teeth. I tugged at it and was able to get it open. As I did so I could smell his crotch. He was wearing a jock and I began to force my tongue deep into his open fly.
As I did so he opened his belt and undid his button. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face away from his crotch. I stared up at his hard gut, a thin coating of fragrant sweat making it glisten. He pulled down his jock. His cock was huge even half hard. He grabbed it at the base and said,"Take it, Jocko". He stuffed his hardening cock down my throat. As it hardened he choked me with it, but I wanted it. I wanted all of it. Holding part of it with his hand, he forced as much of it down my throat as I could take. Tears from choking streamed down my eyes. I wanted to take it all, but I gagged as I struggled to swallow his cock. Again he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off of it. He began to undo my pants. Suddenly he grabbed my head with both hands and forced his tongue deep into my mouth. Then he went back to undoing my pants and he bent me over his bike.
I felt his hot wet tongue licking my butthole. I heard his deep man sounds as he rubbed his unshaven face against my hard bubble butt. I started to moan as his tongue penetrated my tight ass. I felt him in me and I wanted him more. He with drew his tongue and replaced it with his finger. As he fingered my hungry ass, he started wetting his cock with his spit. I felt his finger pull out of me and the pressure of his cock head pushing up into me. I had been fucked before but never by anything that big. With incredible skill he worked that monster up into me. And then the fucking started.
As he plowed my butt, he pulled my tee shirt off of me and he began to tweak my nipples. When he got me really going he made he lick his motorcycle seat and suck on the handle bar as he fucked my teenage ass. Then he slowed down his ass splitting driving thrusts and told me to be still. I thought he was close to cumming, but he wasn't. He had me spit in his hand and then he used my spit to wet my cock and he began to jerk me off. He got me real close to cumming and then he stopped. Then he began to fuck me so damn hard that I started shooting just from the force of it.
I had gotten some of my cum on his bike. And as he continued to plow my butt he made me lick up the cum. As I did so he began to shoot. I reached around me and grabbed his ass and helped him drive his hard tool deep up into me. His pace slowed but he did not stop. Then he said " OK, Jocko, I wanna see you preform some gymnastics for me with my cock up your ass." With that he pulled his dick out of my butt and turned me around. Once more he grabbed my head and drove his tongue deep into my mouth. As he did so I put my arms around his shoulders and lifted my legs around his waist. He cradled my butt with his hands and placed me on his bike. He slid his cock up into my ass. And he began to fuck me half standing and half on his bike. Then he shifted his weight and he was walking backward with me rotating my ass on his dick. I saw above him a low beam and told him to stop. I reached up and grabbed the beam. he arched back, and with his dick still in me, I positioned my feet on his chest. He leaned back to the wall and braced himself, as I began to side my ass up and down over his huge cock. The action was too fucking hot for both of us, as I felt him begin to shoot again up into my ass, the sensation of his shooting in me made me shoot my load over his head.
He pulled out of me and held me as I released my grip on the beam. He carried me to an old back seat he had up against a far wall and he kissed me deeply. We both were covered with sweat and grease and cum. I helped him take off his black leather jacket and we lay together nude on the seat. We spent the night there in that garage. Not sleeping, just having sex.