It was hard to believe that on my way home, I ran out of gas and walked along a county road about 15 minutes from home when a motor cycle passed me. I shuddered because it was a Hog and the guy on it was big. All I saw was he was wearing leathers and had a long blond braid. His passing me made so much noise it scared me for a moment and then I saw he had long, long legs, tiny waist, boots and a German officer helmet. He wore no shirt and his vest allowed a good portion of his blond hairy chest and his powerful abdominal to show. I couldn't help but thrill at the nudity as I always do, especially on a biker, a young vital taut body handling the shiny noisy hog with authority. It filled my mind with all the romantic ideas of such guys plus the fear of the unknown. He looked slightly familiar, but I couldn't place where I might have seen him before. A real character out of the past. The bikers have a great reputation for being loose, free and easy, some are physically violent, always aggressive and they all ride around with that big motor between their legs, popping and throbbing and keeping them in a constant horny hardon. The myth is exciting. Here I am in a sports coat, white shirt, slacks, plain shoes, plain hair. Big contrast. Here I am 35 now and still wary of the recent stories heard about the bikers in the sixties.
In the distance, I start to hear the cycle again coming back from where it disappeared. It got louder. The same guy comes up over a small hill towards me. I walk on trying to look inconspicuous. When he passes me, I hear him slow down then he turns in the road and up past me and stops. He turns, taking off his hat and says, You run out of gas or what.
Yeah, I did.
Want a ride?
I know of a store up here a couple of miles, I was going to call for help As I talked, I realized where I had seen him before. I had gone to a dance and when I got back from the floor late that night, a handsome blond, his hair long and flowing down and across his back and shoulders, was sitting on a stool next to where I was sitting. When I walked up, I gave him a short nod, he nodded back I sat. It was crowded. Our stools were almost too close. I was entranced with his beautiful hair and how he kept running his fingers through it to pull it out of his sight. Our legs bumped a couple of times, accidentally, and he turned to look me in the eyes and held my gaze a couple of moments. He made me nervous and excited. Nothing else happened and here he was now trying to make contact on the road. He wasn't near as big as he appeared on the bike. I felt better, but still...
Jump on. I'll give you a ride.
No, thanks. I want to walk. The hair stood up on the back of my neck as I walked by him as cool as I could muster. He watched me, quiet.
Do you know Mario. My buddy that works at the college nights? That stopped me in my tracks. Mario, just last week, had , for the first time in my life, had fucked me in my ass, twice. He came to my room the first time, seduced me, willingly and the second time, he took my ass while we were standing at the back wall in an all school assembly. Again, it was willingly, hotly, thankfully.
You mean Mario, the custodian, at the college?
Yeah, that's the guy. He's a bud of mine and he told me you two had a great time together. I asked him about you and he said you might want some fun if I was real nice. He described you and your old car. I decided it would be worth it to look for myself.
You look familiar. Didn't I see you at Jack's Place a while ago?
Yeah.
I remember you. I remember your great looking hair. We sat next to each other.
That was me. I wondered about you then. But we couldn't do nothing there.
We could have talked. I get shy around some guy that looks good as you. What do you mean by real nice? Do you mean like Mario?
Yeah, and maybe even more.
Mario doesn't have a mean bone in his body. Are you like that?
I never hurt anyone in my life I liked. I felt I could trust what he said. I gulped inside checking out this long drink of water, sitting on his bike in the full leather pants, vest and jacket. He had high cheek bones. His face was flat planes of his jaw, chin, forehead, clear skin, large facial features, large everything, including his basket. I didn't stare, but I think he knew I was checking him out because he rather stretched, pointed his left knee to me showing a long hunk of meat curving down his leg. He stretched his hands behind his head. I saw his massive chest, large nipples and flat rippled belly all covered with light blond hair. He was goddam beautiful.
So, you want a ride, or what?
I don't know. You must workout. You sure got a great physique. I watched you dance alone wearing levis and a pirate shirt. You dance good.
Thanks, Dude.
How can I get on a bike with someone I don't know? Sounds crazy.
Not really. We already kind of met each other, you know what I want. I know you won't regret it. He said you were new to this and I want to teach you some stuff you've never even dreamed about. Mario said you were more open and willing than any ass he'd ever had. That's what I like. He was convincing me.
You smooth talking SOB. He stared at me, quiet smile. I've never been on a bike before. It kind of scares me. His face broke into a big smile, all teeth and generous lips.
You never been on a bike?
No.
Well, you got to try everything once don't you? I'll take it easy so you won't feel threatened. Well - - - Hop on behind me. I walked up to him almost trembling from just being so close to such a hunk that seemed interested in me. The seat was long so I didn't have to touch him when I straddled it.
Where do I put my feet. His smell of leather intoxicated me. He turned and looking me in the eyes said,
First thing is, you got to sit close to me so you can hold on. I turned red and moved up trying to barely touch him. It wasn't that I didn't want to,
Don't tell anyone, he said, but you better clamp my butt with your legs, and put your hands on my waist so you feel safe. No seat belt here. I pressed him with my legs and lay my hands at his waist. "That's better. He stood up a bit and sat back down almost in my lap, then he moved his ass back & forth until we were as snug as possible. That's better he said. Still red, I couldn't help but feel my cock getting hard, all this grinding of his ass at me. I couldn't help pressing back a bit pretending to be getting settled.
How's it going? You all right, dude? I grunted,
Yes. He balanced us and took off. It was more power than I expected and I grabbed his waist hard and low and held on. The sudden noise, speed, and feeling his tight stomach muscles with the soft hair and his silky smooth nakedness mixed some fear with eroticness. We hit a straight-away and he kind of laid back on me; awfully forward way for a stranger to act. I liked it though. I finally realized that part of the excitement with this hunkin' dude was the great smell of his leather. His coat smell and open vest smell were so strong it acted like some kind of aphrodisiac, not that I needed any help. I loved the leather smell.
We rode for a while then he pulled my hands, slowly, up to his chest. The hair was soft, his pecs hard, nipples taut. I tried not to act as if I've never done any of this but wasn't too cool. He stretched his chest under my hands and let me rub all I wanted. Next, he pulled my hands down to his waist , so I felt his waist girdle, his belly button, his hair line from his pecks down into his pants, his wonderful abdominals without trying to go ape. We rode that way a while. Good rubbing. Then he pushed my hands down between his legs and had me hold on a hand to each side. My right hand was right there, on top of his wonderful cock and balls. I near died, knowing he'd let me know what he wanted. He squeezed my hands between his legs to encourage it to grow. I tried not to move it, just the normal vibrations. It got harder, fatter and longer stretching his leather pants to the limit. I gave in and massaged it, measuring it, loving it and pulling all I could.
You got that right. I'm hot and horny. Then he reached back be- tween us and put his hand under my balls and pressed his palm against my cock. I pressed back and lay my whole bod against his back, flying through the air feeling like I was riding a blond bronco wearing a living jockstrap. He lifted me as I pulled on his and we both got dam hot. He pulled his hand back and reaching down unzipped his pants and I felt and watched around his side as he tugged and pulled his hard prick all out of his pants. It rode straight up in his lap with a fat knob on top. I grabbed it with both hands and the knob was still out in the open. I slid my hands up and down and he shouted,
Oh, shit, that's great. Get me off! Here we were screaming down the county road, two hardons, one inexperienced and normal, the other, a hog freak dressed in leather having his cock jacked off by a fey who is also trying to get HIS cock under and as near to the hog freak's asshole as possible. The bike supplies all the bumping and jerking necessary to have great sex. And the engine did supply lots of vibration for your groin, your asshole, and your legs. IT WAS FUCKIN' GREAT! We continued down the road past my phone like this for about 3 miles then he slowed down and turned off on a dirt road into an orchard for a mile or so. Then he stopped. Now I was embarrassed again. Way out in no where with a bike freak holding on to his huge monster. He leaned left, threw his arm around my neck and said,
Keep at it, I love the feel of your virgin hands pulling on my meat. Keep at it, Dude! I loved the hard rubbery feel in my hands and leaned to watch it as I jagged it. I couldn't believe how hot and totally dry it felt. He pulled me off the bike and said,
You want to get it in your mouth?
God, YES. I held on to it, slid down his leather leg and sat my ass on his booted foot, leaned to it, first lickin' up and down the sides then I swallowed the head. It almost filled my whole mouth. I opened my throat as wide as possible and was able to get about half of his cock in. He grunted and reached for my cock. He treated it real nice right from the beginning. Then he stood, undid my pants pushed his pants down and said,
Lets do a 69. He laid on the ground, I straddled his head, sat my ass above his face, then licked my way down his lower belly then up his cock, and started sucking again. He pulled his face up, his hands locked above my ass and swallowed my cock with the strongest suction I had ever felt. He kept it up for a while then I felt him lick my leg creases below my cock, then he took in both my balls at the same time and sucked more gently, then he licked the root of my hard. I had never felt any of this before and was near going out of my mind. It was so hot and slippery down there, my cock bouncing my balls ascending, my legs feeling oiled and clamping his head. I was near ecstasy. Everything was so personal, and too close feeling, nasty and dirty and great, great, great.
What really made me vulnerable was that he was close to my asshole which was spread, out in the open, exposed to all the world in the shade of the fruit trees. And it was open in a way that made me feel a draft on the very pucker that doesn't ever see the light of day. Hardly ever. I felt like it needed protection. It had been touched before by Mario's big cock sawing back and forth on it, by his finger fucking me inside my pants in the assembly, by my sitting on his cock the first time he seduced me. It wasn't a virgin, but all of that had been done sort of in the dark. Now it was all out in the open in the sun for all to attack or watch. I couldn't help reaching back to lay my hand over it. Also to rub it just a little to feel the incredible tickle that homes there. Now I felt more secure as I sucked my Viking in Leather's great cock and enjoyed his nasty slobberings all around my genitals.
I was still in a kind of shock and wonder that, even though I've already been sucked and fucked by 2 or 3 other guys, in my thirty-five years, that had all just happened in the last week. So I didn't feel jaded at all. I still felt it was all new, dream like. I still wasn't sure any of it had happened. Each time something happened, old or new, I could hardly believe it. I was in wonder that it was happening to me.
What a dullard life I'd been living until now. It was there in my fantasies but I never thought it would happen for real and that it was much more exciting and involved than any fantasy could possibly encompass.
His licking my cock root and the bottom edges of my ass cheeks made me very nervous. He was so close to my asshole, his nose would brush my protective fingers as he inspected all my private places. My cock was jerking with excitement the closer he got to that most central private spot. He licked my fingers then said,
Have you ever been rimmed?
What's rimmed?
I'll show you. He pulled my ass down, a little forward and I felt his tongue come up to my fingers, sucking and lathering them a little. I was ready to lose my mind when suddenly he grabbed my hand, pulled it away and zeroed in on my asshole with an open, hot saliva mouth and tongue thrashing and sucking at my very innards.
I blurted a stifled scream and jerked forward to get him away. He couldn't be eating my ass. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back to his mouth continuing wide tongue laps and pointed tongue invasions of the very center of my being. I struggled to get away from him but I was no match for his strength. He held me tight and his tongue melted me both inside and out. My cock jerked rigid, his cock fell from my mouth with a juicy thud on his belly, stood up half and fell with a splash. Don't!!! You're eating my SHIT HOLE! He continued slathering it.
Fucking great, isn't it?! Don't worry. There's no smell or shit or I wouldn't have touched you. Then he dove back in, his long tongue reaming my hole. My body involuntarily jerking each time he stuck his tongue in me. I came out of the shock a little and tried to relax knowing I wasn't being tongue raped fucked by a Mad Viking who liked to eat shit out of unsuspecting young men's assholes. I was still in a daze, eyes closed, back arched now to give him better access. I luxuriated trying to take in the strangest, most wonderful feeling of having a slick tongue press, slip, slide and fuck my most intimate being. As I relaxed more, it got more exciting feeling more of his tongue, thicker and longer, reach deeper and deeper into my secrets. I couldn't believe any of this.
SUCK MY COCK! I came out of my reverie and looked to his great wet cock jerking for my attention. I sank on it gladly
and sucked with joy. He hunched into my face, my throat as he tongue fucked me with heavy passion. I was being fucked at both ends by my macho, manly Viking and was in heaven. It didn't last long, as his humping suddenly stopped, his cock grew rigid, his tongue stopped deep in my ass and my cock got rigid without being touched. First I felt his great throw of cum in my throat, it triggered me to shoot and I felt my ass pinch his tongue at the same time. He didn't pull out but pressed even a hair deeper as I felt and smelled his cock pump more and more into my mouth. My cock near sprayed all over his belly and chest. I was making loud gasping and sucking noises and he was humming approval. Eventually, everything stopped, totally spent.
Lick your cum off my chest. He lay there smiling. I did it happily. I ventured over every bit of his belly and chest cleaning him up. I licked some off his vest, his coat sleeve, I lingered over his tits. He smiled lazily and pulled me up to his face.
Lay on me. Then he gave me a long lazy kiss and we just sort of run down in a cooling glow. I couldn't stand the thrill of his kiss. Man to man, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue dueling and he got off on tasting his cum mixed with mine in my mouth. He literally vacuumed my mouth to get as much of his cum for himself. He sucked my tongue almost out by the roots. I hurt for a moment. I couldn't believe it. Mario wouldn't kiss.
Great taste, Dude! He slurped over me, my mouth, he licked my outer lips, sucked my nose, licked my eye lids, stuck his tongue in my ear and made slurping noises. He made a meal of me. I couldn't believer this blond Viking, luvin' our luvin' so much. He stood up, tossed his leather pants off, and said, "I'm going to teach you to ride the bike.
What? I can't.
Sure you can cause I'm going to get on behind you, buck-fucking- naked. I won't let you crash. We'll stay out here on the country roads. I looked at him realizing what he was after. I'd always wondered if bikers did it on their bikes. I kicked
my pants off, I sat first, he told me how it works and climbed on behind me.
As he stood to the side explaining, his long rubbery, red prick was starting to come to life again rubbin' against my arm . He didn't mind rubbing and bouncing it off me as he stood there. So on the bike I could feel that he had stood it up between us. As we moved out slowly, it rubbed us both real good. Then I felt him move back a few inches and I felt the cock head nudge my crack some.
Lift your ass a bit, Dude. I held the bars tight and lifted. I felt him move back up close to my ass. I sat back down. My whole crack felt his cock. It started at the back, passed and rubbed my ass hole, rubbed my cock root, past my balls and its head lay right under my cock. It was a wonderful feeling all through me. I tried not to put full weight on it and it got harder and harder.
I was thrown back to early childhood, about 5, my first sex dream. There was this dwarf, cartoon like that was much bigger than me and had this huge fat and long cock. I, a little kid, was sitting on it facing away from him. He moved and fearing I might fall off, I fell face down on it, hugging it with arms and legs to save myself. My first feel of that hard cock, rubbing my asshole, my balls, under my cock just the way I was feeling it now with my brave Viking's cock underneath me. That was my first lust dream and I know, now, my original love of hard cocks. I was about 5.
My Viking moved his cock real good under me. Next, two fingers, I almost dragged us off under the tree limbs, it felt so good. We did recover without real trouble and then he said, "Lean forward. He stuck his cock head right at the hole. On its own, it was pointing up and lodged itself easily just inside my ring. I gasped and bounced trying not to put the full weight and not to be entered too fast. I was not into pain. It worked its way in and felt the better for every inch by inch he had to give me. It must have been 9" long and even on a moving bike, I felt more rooted than I ever had before. It was pressing my joy button and my whole body screamed, Yes, Yes. Every time I pulled up a bit it receded than it would sink back in and touch that button again. Each touch was better and more exciting. My mind was reaching for the stars and finding them. The Vike on the Bike let me have full reins and rubbed my belly, tits and jacked my cock simultaneously. Our bike barely crawled along missing trees and gullies as necessary. Here we were, fucking naked on a hog, his fucking up into my ass as we moved, him rutting into me like a hog while he clasped my bod and pulled my cock at the same time. It wasn't rape at all, but all I was able to do was keep us balanced and upright while I was being fucked and handled by a huge blond that loved having his monster cock massaged by the willing muscles of my prime asshole.
There are real places in the world that most don't even know exist. I was in one of those places now. I loved it. I never knew one could feel so full of cock, so satisfied, so impaled by another's desire and combined lust. As he got faster, fucking me, I made more noise with the bikes motor. Suddenly, he said,
You better stop. I can't hold back anymore. I did stop. "Get off. I did, disappointed. He reached into his jacket pocket, ripped out a rubber, stretched it on then said, "Now come sit on me. No, face me.
Yeah. I threw one leg over his lap and slid down his chest to feel the top of his cock enter me again. It had lost some of its strength, but still stood on its own. It slithered into my ass channel like a long arm sliding into a well fitted greased glove. His fucking grew meaningful again and continued through the strengthening of his cock and the tightening of my ass channel. He went on starting to groan and grunt, as I groaned. He continued getting faster and faster, gripping me harder both on my back and cock which he held me to his body. I then felt his cock harden to the limit, he stopped, all sounds and moves. The only thing that didn't stop was the pulsing of his bruiser as it rubbed my most sensitive spot and flooded it with his juice of life. It erupted several times, each time he moaned after it shot. The same was happening to my cock against his hairy belly as his hands, slippery with my cum, held, squeezed and pulled on it. I wrapped my arms around his head and kissed down into his mouth sucking his tongue out into mine. We floated in this state for several minutes. His cock in such close quarters refusing to soften and fusing with my ass, we both shown with a hot, red, sweat of glowing male flesh. Time stood still, a slight breeze, a small bird sound.
That was fuckin' great, Dude. I need your butt in my life.
Hey, man, you can have it anytime you want it. We hugged for a while longer then got up and collected our clothes.
I loved your sitting on my face, too.
Shit, man, I couldn't believe how that felt. I'll do that anytime, too. You know, you're fuckin' straight acting for the fucking way you act.
Thanks. he said, So are you. You're so manly, you challenge any man there is physically. I'll bet they'd all like to take you on to try to take you down a peg.
I'll take 'em on, then I'll take 'em down and shove my fat cock up their ass, just like you did. Fuck 'em.
Hey, it's no problem, you find the right guy.
I know you've done it, too.
I have.
Let me be your papoose hangin' on in front with you moving around every day with your huge cock up my ass while you did other shit. Ha, ha, ha.
Your ass wouldn't be tight very long, then I'd have to find me some new young, redhead, ranch hand to take your place.
I'd like that. I'd take sloppy seconds. I'm not proud.
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