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A WILD RIDE
By Sean Dale
(Country Boys Magazine.January.1997.)
I aimed my rumbling old Harley toward the highway and headed out of New
York City, bound for the Adirondack Mountains. I’d had enough of the
city noise and traffic and needed a few days in the mountains to clear
my head. The minute I growled over the George Washington Bridge and saw
the familiar skyline of Manhattan jutting up in my rearview mirror, I
began to relax and feel free. I had packed lightly, filling my
saddlebags with some extra t-shirts and jeans and a few provisions and
had bungee-corded my tent and sleeping bag on the passenger seat. I was
ready for an adventure.
As I nosed my iron horse onto the parkway, the landscape changed from
buildings to swelling hills and trees. I couldn't help but think that
the hills looked like round, hairy asses, upturned and waiting for my
exploring cock. The vibrations of my powerful 1200cc engine were
stirring up desire in my nuts, and my cock began to press against the
heavy leather of my riding pants.
I drove for a couple of hours, letting the tension of the city vibrate
out of me. The wind felt delicious against my chest. I kept my
motorcycle jacket unzipped and let the wind tease my nipples through the
thin fabric of my t-shirt, getting them hard and horny. My ass was
getting off on the pulsing leather seat, and I enjoyed the delicious
tingle that was creeping inside me. It had been a long time since I had
gotten any man-pussy, or been fucked myself, and I was hoping this
excursion would change that.
I pulled off the highway and decided to take a scenic rural route. Old
farmhouses and fields lined the narrow highway as it snaked through the
twisting landscape. I had to lean into the curves and began to get more
excited. Holding the heavy bike through a long, sensuous curve is like
being right on the edge of orgasm but staving it off to enjoy the
prolonged pleasure.
By the time I had to stop for gas, I was feeling very frisky. I spotted
an old gas station on the side of the road and edged my Harley up to the
pump. A cute country boy who couldn't have been much more than 19 came
bounding out of the gas station. He was wearing overalls without a
shirt, the buttons hanging loosely on the sides. His chest was smooth
and hairless. He had a farmer's tan, like he had spent too many
afternoons in the field wearing a t-shirt.
"Hey there," he called, smiling a toothy grin as he walked over to my
chrome machine. "What’ll ya have?" He motioned to the pumps, but my cock
was thinking of pumping him.
"Ultra — the 93 octane. Fill the tank, please." Odd that this was a
full-service station — most places expect you to pump your own gas
these days. I stayed put on my Harley, even though I wanted to get off
and stretch my legs. The kid turned around with the huge, phallic nozzle
in one hand and popped open the gas cap in the other. I enjoyed his
flushed face as he inserted the nozzle into the tank between my legs. He
pulled the trigger and began pumping golden liquid into my machine. His
face was very close to mine, and he was obviously embarrassed by it. I
could smell a clean, soapy fragrance from his hair, even though his
hands were greasy and dirty. He filled the tank completely, and then
gently topped it off until few drips of gasoline lipped out of the tank
and pooled toward my leg.
The kid scrambled, grabbing his shop rag and daubing the gas off my
tank. The drips were headed for my crotch. He stammered out an "excuse
me" and blushed from ear to ear as he swiped at the drips on the edge of
my seat. His hand couldn’t help but brush against my stiffening cock. I
lost my head, feeling very hot from the ride and relaxed from being in
the country, and grabbed the kid’s arm, holding his hand against my
cock. His face registered surprise as his cherry lips gently parted, and
his wide brown eyes tried to probe through my sunglasses to read my
intentions.
"You got gas on my cock, kid," I said, purposely trying to fluster him.
He was a whirlwind of apologies. "I’m sorry, Mister. There's a bathroom
over there, with water." He motioned to the side of the building, a
breeze lifting his shaggy brown hair and whipping it over his tanned
forehead. I swung a leather clad leg over the side of my hog and stood
up a few inches taller than him. He looked up at me, squinting against
the rain, unsure of what to do next.
"Where?" I asked. His mouth gaped a little, and he turned. I followed
the line of denim down his back, appreciating his well defined back and
round, perfectly curved ass, under the denim overalls. He walked in
front of me, around the building. He had a well toned body, the kind you
get from hard work, not the gym. He was boyish in contrast to my hairy,
gym built body. My cock was hard as a rock and made me swagger slightly
as I walked behind him, my boots clicking on the hot pavement.
There were two doors on the side of the building, one marked "Ladies,"
the other marked "Men." He walked to the men's room and slid a key into
the knob, opening the door for me. The bathroom was lit only with
sunlight streaming through a smoky window. The tiles gleamed, and the
porcelain sink was pure white. I could tell he took pride in his work
and kept the place pretty spotless.
I turned to see him closing the door behind him. I’d thought he would
take a little more convincing than that. Edging up to the sink, he ran
some water over his wash rag. He turned to me, looking very innocent and
wide-eyed, as only a country boy could. He knelt in front of me and
began to worshipfully wash the imaginary gas off my leathers. My cock
pulsed and pushed against the seams, begging to be released. He traced
the line of my erection to the side of my pelvis and down my leg to the
head. His eyes widened at the size of my bulge.
I unfastened the silver belt buckle and pushed the leathers down below
my hips. I never wear underwear, so my cock popped up free and heavy
from the leather pants, bouncing in front of his face.
He let out a little sigh and looked up at me again, as if waiting for
permission. I took out my wallet, retrieving a condom. I always carry
two rubbers with me. You never know . . .
The boy watched raptly as my thick fingers slowly slid the latex sheath
down over my cock. I held it at the base in my fist, angling it at his
mouth in an invitation. He gingerly opened his sweet, corn-fed mouth,
parting his cherry-red lips, and swallowed my cock. He stretched his
lips wide in an "O" shape, trying to fit them around the width of my
thick cock. His mouth felt warm and tight, wrapped around me.
He swirled his tongue around the head as I pushed it deeper into his
gullet. His tongue flicked up the length of my shaft as I pulled it out.
This boy had had some practice. I was gentle at first, savoring the
feeling of his tender mouth on my manmeat. Soon my nuts began to tingle,
and my cock strained to pound him. I grabbed his hair and held his head
still so I could fuck his face. His hair was as soft as cornsilk, just
like his throat.
I pounded my cock into my backwoods boy's mouth, digging deeper into the
wet velvet. He gagged, then opened up his throat, allowing me access. He
was able to take my whole, hard shaft down into his gullet. I began to
piston my hips and pound even harder He met my strokes and licked the
underside of my cockmeat as it pulsed in his mouth. I felt something
pushing at my asshole and realized the kid was probing a finger into my
tight ass ring. I more furious yet with my face-fucking. He took it as
an invitation and jammed his finger up into my tight asshole. It felt
good, and my nuts began tingle like mad with a desire to come.
He pushed deeper into my ass as my cock pushed deeper in his mouth.
Suddenly, his probing finger hit my prostate just so; it was like an
electric shock. He felt my whole body tense and dug deeper inside me to
hit it again. Pure sensation washed over me, and my balls exploded. I
felt my twitching cock pumping hot loads of my pearly
into his
mouth. If it hadn't been for the rubber, the would have been
dripping out of his ears!
I gasped to catch my breath as the kid lovingly slid my cock out of his
mouth and stood in front of me. He popped the metal clasp on his
overalls, and they slid erotically down his body, pooling at his ankles.
My eyes practically popped out of their sockets! This fucking kid was
hung like a horse! His fuckmeat was hard and ready and had to be as wide
and long as a ripe ear of corn! I figured at least eight inches, and
thicker than mine! He was grinning ear to ear at my surprise, his hand
stroking his cock languidly. My mouth began to water, and my ass began
to get that "Fuck me," itch. I dropped to my knees in front of him in
admiration and lust. It was real, all right, and balanced out by a heavy
sac of nuts that looked like two tennis balls hanging in a well-worn gym
sock!
He fisted that big cock right in front of my face until I was
practically drooling on the slick tile floor. I handed him the other
condom from my wallet and watched in amazement as he stretched that
latex as thin as it would go around that huge hard fucker of his.
I sucked his halls into my mouth first, having to have a taste. They
slid heavily into my mouth, and I swirled my tongue around them as he
moaned in appreciation. I released them and set about the task of
working his huge cock into my mouth. I stretched my own lips as thin and
wide as I could and still cover my teeth. His swollen cock knob was as
big and slick as a ripe plum. My asshole twitched with excitement,
hoping to get in on the action.
Sure enough, my country stud fed me enough of his cock to get it fully
hard and slick, then pulled out. 1 saw rivulets of my saliva skating
down his cock and dripping off his bull-balls. He held his cock in his
fist and motioned for me to bend over the sink, "This is rich!" I
thought to myself, having fully expected to be the fucker, not the
fucked, when I first laid eyes on him. I braced myself against the slick
porcelain and stared at him in the mirror behind me.
Spitting into his hand he worked his saliva into my hot, hungry asshole.
Then he held my bent hips in his hands as his cockhead split me in half.
At first I thought he was too huge. That thick head hurt as it pressed
through my tight ass ring. But he held me still, making me take his meat
like a man. My ass relaxed and opened, and he pushed another inch deeper
in.
I was surprised at his gentleness. He obviously had a lot of ass-fucking
experience as well. He took his time, slowly working his stiff meat into
me until I began to push my hips back to him, trying to suck his long
cock deeper into my ass. He angled his cock upward and I felt that
bulbous head begin to gently nudge against my prostate.
And that was all it took. I bucked backward against him, ramming his
hard meat home. His knees bent slightly between mine, and he began to
piston his thick meat in and out of my stretched gaping asshole. I'd
never felt so completely full of cock before. I caught my expression of
lusty joy in the mirror and looked over my shoulder at his intense
expression.
Ho was obviously enjoying getting his thick cock wet up my man-pussy.
His hands traveled up to my shoulders and I arched my back even farther,
turning my ass upward for him. He plowed away into me, banging my
prostate and pounding my tight hole. His heavy balls begin to slap
against mine with the momentum of his stroking.
At first it hurt a little; then they began to tighten up and slap more
solidly. My own cock was hard as a rock again, and the banging he was
giving me was making my balls ache to let go of the hot load that was
building up inside them.
He bucked against me, fucking my ass deeply for a good long while. His
cock slid inch by inch out of me all the way to the bulbous head, then
plunged back into me, letting me feel each and every thick inch on the
way back in. His balls slapped mine to punctuate each stroke. It wasn't
long before I began to moan like a cow in heat. Then his pace quickened,
and he was hard-fucking me, his hips pistoning his jack-hammer into my
ass.
The porcelain sink trapped my hard cock against my belly, and the
friction made me shoot my load into the sink. After that, it wasn‘t long
before my stud's cock began to pulse and twitch in my ass. He pulled out
and ripped the rubber off. I had to watch, so I turned around on my
wobbly, well-fucked legs and watched his fist flying up and down his
long expanse of throbbing cockmeat.
A few strokes later, a jet of spurted out of his red-hot cock and
landed on my cheek. Several ropy strings of flying followed, but
none had the altitude of that first shot. The sticky pearls landed on my
chest and neck. He kept jerking until the last drop oozed out of the
winking eye of his cock, and dribbled over the plum shaped knob. It took
him a second to catch his breath, and I wondered how he avoided passing
out from lack of blood to his brain when that monster cock got hard!
He picked up his shop rag again and ran it under the cool water. He
daubed the cool cloth on my cheek and neck, washing his sticky juice off
me, a sheepish grin on his handsome face. We pulled up our rumpled
clothes and he took a moment to tidy up the bathroom. He opened the door
for me again, and the fresh air and sunshine immediately overwhelmed my
pleasure soaked senses. I strutted back to my bike, still parked at the
pump, feeling a little elated and relaxed. My country boy came over and
gave the tank a final swipe with his rag. ''Will there be anything else,
Sir?"
I laughed at his sincerity and pulled his face close to mine for a
farewell kiss. I pressed a 50 into his palm for the gas, plus tip, and
turned on the rumbling engine of my Harley. The kid smiled and waved as
I pulled out of the station and headed deeper into the countryside.
Folks sure are friendly out here, I thought. I could get to like this! I
spent the rest of my vacation checking out the local real estate and
stopping for gas every chance I could.
-------------------------
Thanks to original poster in Yahoo! gaymagazinefiction group!
Enjoy!
By Sean Dale
(Country Boys Magazine.January.1997.)
I aimed my rumbling old Harley toward the highway and headed out of New
York City, bound for the Adirondack Mountains. I’d had enough of the
city noise and traffic and needed a few days in the mountains to clear
my head. The minute I growled over the George Washington Bridge and saw
the familiar skyline of Manhattan jutting up in my rearview mirror, I
began to relax and feel free. I had packed lightly, filling my
saddlebags with some extra t-shirts and jeans and a few provisions and
had bungee-corded my tent and sleeping bag on the passenger seat. I was
ready for an adventure.
As I nosed my iron horse onto the parkway, the landscape changed from
buildings to swelling hills and trees. I couldn't help but think that
the hills looked like round, hairy asses, upturned and waiting for my
exploring cock. The vibrations of my powerful 1200cc engine were
stirring up desire in my nuts, and my cock began to press against the
heavy leather of my riding pants.
I drove for a couple of hours, letting the tension of the city vibrate
out of me. The wind felt delicious against my chest. I kept my
motorcycle jacket unzipped and let the wind tease my nipples through the
thin fabric of my t-shirt, getting them hard and horny. My ass was
getting off on the pulsing leather seat, and I enjoyed the delicious
tingle that was creeping inside me. It had been a long time since I had
gotten any man-pussy, or been fucked myself, and I was hoping this
excursion would change that.
I pulled off the highway and decided to take a scenic rural route. Old
farmhouses and fields lined the narrow highway as it snaked through the
twisting landscape. I had to lean into the curves and began to get more
excited. Holding the heavy bike through a long, sensuous curve is like
being right on the edge of orgasm but staving it off to enjoy the
prolonged pleasure.
By the time I had to stop for gas, I was feeling very frisky. I spotted
an old gas station on the side of the road and edged my Harley up to the
pump. A cute country boy who couldn't have been much more than 19 came
bounding out of the gas station. He was wearing overalls without a
shirt, the buttons hanging loosely on the sides. His chest was smooth
and hairless. He had a farmer's tan, like he had spent too many
afternoons in the field wearing a t-shirt.
"Hey there," he called, smiling a toothy grin as he walked over to my
chrome machine. "What’ll ya have?" He motioned to the pumps, but my cock
was thinking of pumping him.
"Ultra — the 93 octane. Fill the tank, please." Odd that this was a
full-service station — most places expect you to pump your own gas
these days. I stayed put on my Harley, even though I wanted to get off
and stretch my legs. The kid turned around with the huge, phallic nozzle
in one hand and popped open the gas cap in the other. I enjoyed his
flushed face as he inserted the nozzle into the tank between my legs. He
pulled the trigger and began pumping golden liquid into my machine. His
face was very close to mine, and he was obviously embarrassed by it. I
could smell a clean, soapy fragrance from his hair, even though his
hands were greasy and dirty. He filled the tank completely, and then
gently topped it off until few drips of gasoline lipped out of the tank
and pooled toward my leg.
The kid scrambled, grabbing his shop rag and daubing the gas off my
tank. The drips were headed for my crotch. He stammered out an "excuse
me" and blushed from ear to ear as he swiped at the drips on the edge of
my seat. His hand couldn’t help but brush against my stiffening cock. I
lost my head, feeling very hot from the ride and relaxed from being in
the country, and grabbed the kid’s arm, holding his hand against my
cock. His face registered surprise as his cherry lips gently parted, and
his wide brown eyes tried to probe through my sunglasses to read my
intentions.
"You got gas on my cock, kid," I said, purposely trying to fluster him.
He was a whirlwind of apologies. "I’m sorry, Mister. There's a bathroom
over there, with water." He motioned to the side of the building, a
breeze lifting his shaggy brown hair and whipping it over his tanned
forehead. I swung a leather clad leg over the side of my hog and stood
up a few inches taller than him. He looked up at me, squinting against
the rain, unsure of what to do next.
"Where?" I asked. His mouth gaped a little, and he turned. I followed
the line of denim down his back, appreciating his well defined back and
round, perfectly curved ass, under the denim overalls. He walked in
front of me, around the building. He had a well toned body, the kind you
get from hard work, not the gym. He was boyish in contrast to my hairy,
gym built body. My cock was hard as a rock and made me swagger slightly
as I walked behind him, my boots clicking on the hot pavement.
There were two doors on the side of the building, one marked "Ladies,"
the other marked "Men." He walked to the men's room and slid a key into
the knob, opening the door for me. The bathroom was lit only with
sunlight streaming through a smoky window. The tiles gleamed, and the
porcelain sink was pure white. I could tell he took pride in his work
and kept the place pretty spotless.
I turned to see him closing the door behind him. I’d thought he would
take a little more convincing than that. Edging up to the sink, he ran
some water over his wash rag. He turned to me, looking very innocent and
wide-eyed, as only a country boy could. He knelt in front of me and
began to worshipfully wash the imaginary gas off my leathers. My cock
pulsed and pushed against the seams, begging to be released. He traced
the line of my erection to the side of my pelvis and down my leg to the
head. His eyes widened at the size of my bulge.
I unfastened the silver belt buckle and pushed the leathers down below
my hips. I never wear underwear, so my cock popped up free and heavy
from the leather pants, bouncing in front of his face.
He let out a little sigh and looked up at me again, as if waiting for
permission. I took out my wallet, retrieving a condom. I always carry
two rubbers with me. You never know . . .
The boy watched raptly as my thick fingers slowly slid the latex sheath
down over my cock. I held it at the base in my fist, angling it at his
mouth in an invitation. He gingerly opened his sweet, corn-fed mouth,
parting his cherry-red lips, and swallowed my cock. He stretched his
lips wide in an "O" shape, trying to fit them around the width of my
thick cock. His mouth felt warm and tight, wrapped around me.
He swirled his tongue around the head as I pushed it deeper into his
gullet. His tongue flicked up the length of my shaft as I pulled it out.
This boy had had some practice. I was gentle at first, savoring the
feeling of his tender mouth on my manmeat. Soon my nuts began to tingle,
and my cock strained to pound him. I grabbed his hair and held his head
still so I could fuck his face. His hair was as soft as cornsilk, just
like his throat.
I pounded my cock into my backwoods boy's mouth, digging deeper into the
wet velvet. He gagged, then opened up his throat, allowing me access. He
was able to take my whole, hard shaft down into his gullet. I began to
piston my hips and pound even harder He met my strokes and licked the
underside of my cockmeat as it pulsed in his mouth. I felt something
pushing at my asshole and realized the kid was probing a finger into my
tight ass ring. I more furious yet with my face-fucking. He took it as
an invitation and jammed his finger up into my tight asshole. It felt
good, and my nuts began tingle like mad with a desire to come.
He pushed deeper into my ass as my cock pushed deeper in his mouth.
Suddenly, his probing finger hit my prostate just so; it was like an
electric shock. He felt my whole body tense and dug deeper inside me to
hit it again. Pure sensation washed over me, and my balls exploded. I
felt my twitching cock pumping hot loads of my pearly
into his mouth. If it hadn't been for the rubber, the
would have been dripping out of his ears!
I gasped to catch my breath as the kid lovingly slid my cock out of his
mouth and stood in front of me. He popped the metal clasp on his
overalls, and they slid erotically down his body, pooling at his ankles.
My eyes practically popped out of their sockets! This fucking kid was
hung like a horse! His fuckmeat was hard and ready and had to be as wide
and long as a ripe ear of corn! I figured at least eight inches, and
thicker than mine! He was grinning ear to ear at my surprise, his hand
stroking his cock languidly. My mouth began to water, and my ass began
to get that "Fuck me," itch. I dropped to my knees in front of him in
admiration and lust. It was real, all right, and balanced out by a heavy
sac of nuts that looked like two tennis balls hanging in a well-worn gym
sock!
He fisted that big cock right in front of my face until I was
practically drooling on the slick tile floor. I handed him the other
condom from my wallet and watched in amazement as he stretched that
latex as thin as it would go around that huge hard fucker of his.
I sucked his halls into my mouth first, having to have a taste. They
slid heavily into my mouth, and I swirled my tongue around them as he
moaned in appreciation. I released them and set about the task of
working his huge cock into my mouth. I stretched my own lips as thin and
wide as I could and still cover my teeth. His swollen cock knob was as
big and slick as a ripe plum. My asshole twitched with excitement,
hoping to get in on the action.
Sure enough, my country stud fed me enough of his cock to get it fully
hard and slick, then pulled out. 1 saw rivulets of my saliva skating
down his cock and dripping off his bull-balls. He held his cock in his
fist and motioned for me to bend over the sink, "This is rich!" I
thought to myself, having fully expected to be the fucker, not the
fucked, when I first laid eyes on him. I braced myself against the slick
porcelain and stared at him in the mirror behind me.
Spitting into his hand he worked his saliva into my hot, hungry asshole.
Then he held my bent hips in his hands as his cockhead split me in half.
At first I thought he was too huge. That thick head hurt as it pressed
through my tight ass ring. But he held me still, making me take his meat
like a man. My ass relaxed and opened, and he pushed another inch deeper
in.
I was surprised at his gentleness. He obviously had a lot of ass-fucking
experience as well. He took his time, slowly working his stiff meat into
me until I began to push my hips back to him, trying to suck his long
cock deeper into my ass. He angled his cock upward and I felt that
bulbous head begin to gently nudge against my prostate.
And that was all it took. I bucked backward against him, ramming his
hard meat home. His knees bent slightly between mine, and he began to
piston his thick meat in and out of my stretched gaping asshole. I'd
never felt so completely full of cock before. I caught my expression of
lusty joy in the mirror and looked over my shoulder at his intense
expression.
Ho was obviously enjoying getting his thick cock wet up my man-pussy.
His hands traveled up to my shoulders and I arched my back even farther,
turning my ass upward for him. He plowed away into me, banging my
prostate and pounding my tight hole. His heavy balls begin to slap
against mine with the momentum of his stroking.
At first it hurt a little; then they began to tighten up and slap more
solidly. My own cock was hard as a rock again, and the banging he was
giving me was making my balls ache to let go of the hot load that was
building up inside them.
He bucked against me, fucking my ass deeply for a good long while. His
cock slid inch by inch out of me all the way to the bulbous head, then
plunged back into me, letting me feel each and every thick inch on the
way back in. His balls slapped mine to punctuate each stroke. It wasn't
long before I began to moan like a cow in heat. Then his pace quickened,
and he was hard-fucking me, his hips pistoning his jack-hammer into my
ass.
The porcelain sink trapped my hard cock against my belly, and the
friction made me shoot my load into the sink. After that, it wasn‘t long
before my stud's cock began to pulse and twitch in my ass. He pulled out
and ripped the rubber off. I had to watch, so I turned around on my
wobbly, well-fucked legs and watched his fist flying up and down his
long expanse of throbbing cockmeat.
A few strokes later, a jet of
spurted out of his red-hot cock and landed on my cheek. Several ropy strings of flying
followed, but none had the altitude of that first shot. The sticky pearls landed on my
chest and neck. He kept jerking until the last drop oozed out of the
winking eye of his cock, and dribbled over the plum shaped knob. It took
him a second to catch his breath, and I wondered how he avoided passing
out from lack of blood to his brain when that monster cock got hard!
He picked up his shop rag again and ran it under the cool water. He
daubed the cool cloth on my cheek and neck, washing his sticky juice off
me, a sheepish grin on his handsome face. We pulled up our rumpled
clothes and he took a moment to tidy up the bathroom. He opened the door
for me again, and the fresh air and sunshine immediately overwhelmed my
pleasure soaked senses. I strutted back to my bike, still parked at the
pump, feeling a little elated and relaxed. My country boy came over and
gave the tank a final swipe with his rag. ''Will there be anything else,
Sir?"
I laughed at his sincerity and pulled his face close to mine for a
farewell kiss. I pressed a 50 into his palm for the gas, plus tip, and
turned on the rumbling engine of my Harley. The kid smiled and waved as
I pulled out of the station and headed deeper into the countryside.
Folks sure are friendly out here, I thought. I could get to like this! I
spent the rest of my vacation checking out the local real estate and
stopping for gas every chance I could.
-------------------------
Thanks to original poster in Yahoo! gaymagazinefiction group!
Enjoy!
