Date: Sun, 11 May 2003 15:21:42 -0700 From: Bert Carley Subject: Young Teddy's Escapades - Part 5 The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or live in an area where it is not allowed, don't read the story. In the world of this story, the characters do not always use condoms. In the real world, everyone should practice safe sex and use one regularly. I welcome any comments or suggestions about Young Teddy's Escapades. Young Teddy's Escapades - Part 5 Monday afternoon after school I stopped by the Maintenance Shed as instructed by Pedro the previous Friday afternoon. He had reminded me again before he and Chico let me out after our Saturday night rendezvous. I really enjoyed that escapade with the two of them. They made a perfect team to keep this girl happy - Pedro in the top feeding me his sweet nectar - Chico in my chute delivering huge juicy meat. Pedro was no where in sight. I waited around for about 10 minutes waiting, still no Pedro. He was obviously going to be a no show today. I was feeling quite spunky and was disappointed that I would not taste his sweet nectar this afternoon. I trudged off toward home. I took a route I normally avoid because a couple of dogs along the way tend always to get me on the run as they bark and chase me down the street protecting their turf. I do like to take this route however, because there is a hot biker dude that is often out in his side yard working on his Harley. He always smiles and once in awhile I have been able to get into a conversation with him, enough to know that his name is Max, short for Maxwell, I presume. He is somewhere in his early 30's, and he has to be rough trade by the look of him. He is good looking, with long black hair that he keeps in a ponytail, a long black bushy mustache, and beautiful big green eyes. He is usually working without a shirt and has muscles to die for, especially fine rippling abs, which I especially admire on any man. Looking at him always made my heart pound, my crotch tingle and my pussy pucker. As I approached his block and reached the high hedge that separates the properties, he was indeed sitting on the concrete driveway on a piece of cardboard next to his Hog. He was sucking on a Budweiser, tinkering with his Harley Davidson. I shuffled my shoes along the cement sidewalk so he could hear me approaching. He looked up as I started to pass. "Hey good looking, ain't you going to say hello today Teddy?" I acted startled, stopped, smiled and returned small talk with just enough suggestive sexual content to see if he would respond in a positive manner or call me a fucking queer. I was tired of not knowing if I would ever be able to get some dick from him and today was the day to find out. "Max, well hello macho man! Your hog sure is pretty with that new paint job. I always admired it every time I come by here, but now with the metallic paint it is striking, very impressive! Sure would like to have one someday, I love the sound of the engines, the rap of the pipes. You guys that ride Harley Davidson's are always so, handsome, muscled, and masculine - awesome like you look today without your shirt! Every time I hear and see a Harley in motion, especially if the rider is all decked out in leather chaps sporting a nice basket I get a rush! Makes my adrenaline flow, if you know what I mean." "Well, your pretty awesome yourself you know Teddy! How old are you anyway kid - you legal age yet should a guy want to take you out behind the woodshed and put the meat to you? That nice round ass of yours looks better every time I look at it" "Yea, just turned 18 last week, thank gawd! How old are you to have all that sexy hair on your chest and down your middle? I bet you smell masculine and awesome too, all sweaty and shining in this afternoon sun today." "A very old 32 going on 1000. Hey kid, step over here, you want to hold this here gas line for me while I turn it over a couple of times to clear and prime the gas line? She's got some dirt or water in the gas line somewhere and it is constantly fucking up the carburetor settings? Then you can get a good sample of what I smell like too. What say?" "Sure, I can do that, just let me put my backpack and book over here first." He showed me how he wanted me to hold the gas line so it would spray away from the bike, us and into an empty coffee can when he kicked it over. He mounted the bike, giving me a clear shot of his basket from the side. It looked good to me, balls stuffed down the right side and cock bearing off to the left side at a 45degree pointing up. Looked like the head was massive the way it put a bulge in his Levi 501's. I kneeled at about his crotch level while he straddled, standing, kicking the engine over a few times. He cranked it very slowly and the gas flowed out into the can I was holding in little spurts. "Ah yea, see that big bubble that came through - looks like water moisture - that's what I thought - that should do it! Let me tighten the gas hose back up and I will give you a spin around the block a couple of times so I can test it. Would you like that kid?" "Yea, awesome dude, I've never been on a Hog before," which was a lie! He buttoned it all up, cranked it up and raced the engine, made it roar until my ears were ringing. He said something I could not even begin to hear over the sound of the rap of the pipes. After racing the engine a few more times he let it idle down and told me to put on a second crown helmet he pulled out of a leather saddlebag, and I climbed on behind him. As we roared down the driveway and onto the street, I put my arms around his waist and held on tightly. He had no shirt on so naturally my fingers were clasp over his stomach in that nice long moist hair that ran down the center of his abs, stomach, then under his belt line. I worked my hands down slightly and felt the head of his dick, which was growing and putting pressure against the clasped fingers of my hands. He went around the block a couple of times, then took off down a side street that led to the freeway. Instead of hitting the freeway, he stayed on the frontage road and opened it up so the wind and the warm air made us feel like we were flying. The faster he went, the harder his dick became under my grip. I just could not stop my fingers from feeling that massive dick head, then running them down the full length of the shaft and back up to circle and poke the head making it pulsate. My own hard-on pressed hard against his ass. I laid my nose into his back, inhaled his manly aroma and tasted of his salty skin, nipped on his neck with my lips and teeth. When I looked over his shoulder at the speedometer, we were approaching 60 miles per hour. It felt wonderful; my long hair blowing off my shoulders and his ponytail trying to slap my ear as it danced in the wind. I grabbed as much of his dick with my fingers as I could and massaged until he threw his head back, started shouting obscenities, stiffened and exploded. His dick pulsated in my palms and I felt a big wet spot form on his 501's under my palms. He then slowed and turned the hog around and headed back home. Instead of stopping in the driveway, this time he continued around to the back of the house and shut her down. I was still sniffing his aroma as he elbowed me to let loose of him. He lowered the kickstand, threw his right leg up over the gas tank and dismounted. He assisted me in getting off. I still had a raging hard-on and he looked down at it, smiled, and gave it a little squeeze... "Hey kid, grab your backpack from the driveway so some dog doesn't walk off with it, then come on inside for awhile!" I headed around the side of the house to retrieve my stuff. When I returned he was already inside, so I just entered as he had instructed. I shuffled through a service porch, then through a door, which opened into the big country kitchen all older homes all seemed to have. He was standing at the refrigerator holding a beer out to me and sucking up one in the other hand. I could not keep my eyes from returning to the big, wet spot, in the front of his 501's. Hell, he had another boner tenting out under there already! He just toyed with it with his left hand as we talked and drank the beer. "Put your stuff on the table! Fuck, you are something else! Look what you've done to me again - give me another boner an I ain't even dried out yet!" He pulled me to him, spun me around a couple of times, slapped me on the ass, put his arm over my shoulder, around my neck and asked. "Well, tell me if you like my smell, sort of turns you on huh girl! You sure went for the prize big time! What time you have to be home kid? "Yea Max, you smell real good - Oh..., by 5:30pm, mom usually has dinner at 6:00pm most nights!" "Get out of those duds than, we got a good hour, times a wasting!" He pulled off his motorcycle boots, slid his 501's off, headed for a kitchen cabinet and pulled out a jar of petroleum jelly. The minute I had my clothing off, he slapped me on the ass, laid me over face down on the kitchen table and ran his hands all over my ass. "What an ass," is all he said! He lubed up his fingers in the lubricant, spread my cheeks, inserted a couple of fingers and spread it around. His dick was against my rosebud in seconds. I took a deep breath and he was already inside burying his 9inches in me. It burned and tears came to my eyes, but I did not scream. After he lay over my back and really started to pound my ass, it began to feel better. He was rough trade all right. I thought he was going to bite my shoulders and neck off. It eventually started feeling real good like I knew it would after he raked over my prostrate a few times..... "Oh yea, feeling good now! Fuck my ass Max! Harder, still harder Max! That's it baby! Hmmm yea! Oh fuck that's good big guy - just do it! "Pump that hot ass over Max girl! Sing for me baby! Max wants to hear you sing baby!" "Mmmmmm yeeeeeaaaa!" I let out a high pitched squeal - "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, Fuck Yessssssssssssssss!" He fucked me hard and steady for a good 10 minutes, varying his angles to give me full penetration with maximum excitement and pleasure. He had me pinned to that table and was drooling on my neck, and nipping, then biting like a stallion does when mounted on a mare in heat. I knew he was getting close to dropping his load. "Going to skeet baby! OH FUCK YES, HERE IT CUMS!" He stiffened and buried himself to the Bush Hairs and shot that load up me. It was awesome, felt like a hot lava flow. That set me off and I dumped a milk slick on the table. My ass muscles pulsated and milked him dry, then he slowly pulled from me. He flipped me over on my back, raised my legs up over his shoulders and fucked me again. I could not believe he had climaxed three times within less than a two hours, but he did, and he did it very well. He was sweating, his wonderful male aroma filled the air along with the smell of raw sex coming from the juicer I had deposited on the table. He pulled from me and stood before me smiling, not saying a word! He let me lick, suck and bury my nose in his grand aroma, especially his pits, but he would not let me kiss him on the mouth. Each time I tried, he turned his head to one side, popped me a good one without saying a word. Finally he spoke! "You're one hot little bitch girl, sure got my rock off big time! You can come by and play some more anytime. YEA, ANYTIME BABY!" "You smell so good Max, just like I knew you would! Damn you are a macho guy, so good looking too. I love your long mustache and long ponytail - look like a real biker. Get some tattoos, big bold graphic designs and I'll even love you more, maybe a earring too, something bold in silver to go with you dark hair. "Oh shit, it is going on to 5:00pm already. I should be getting home now. Could I come by again later, after I get my homework done and my parents go to bed, sometime after 10:30, right after the news. That be OK? Please say yes! I could stay until 4:00am if you wanted, my dad doesn't get up until 5:00am." "OK Teddy, here's how it's coming down. My old man will be home, most likely plastered out of his mind and be out cold in front of the TV by 10:00pm. You come in the back door and make it up to my bedroom if I'm not here in the kitchen. He will not even know you are here. His bedroom is on this floor and when he wakes up he will go straight to bed; mine's on the second. Come with me now and I'll show you." He led me up the stairs to the second floor. The place was old, not to clean, but not filthy either. His bedroom was one of two on the second floor, a bath off the hallway. "I'll either be in the kitchen or up here, so come in the back door and find me and I'll give you some of this to play with." He grabbed his crotch and shook it at me, smiled and we went back down stairs to the kitchen. I grabbed my book, backpack, stepped back up to him, gave him another hug and took another big whiff of his aroma, swooned for a moment, turned and started to leave. He gave me a nice pop on the ass and said, "I'm strictly a TOP guy, don't even suck dick! Any problems with that girl?" "Perfect, I was made for you then! Don't take a shower, OK!" I went back and sniffed him again then lowered myself and kissed him on the awesome abs. He just stood there laughing. I headed for the door again. Before I was out the door, I heard, "You'll be nice and clean and smell nice for me, right girl?" I looked back, smiled! "Absolutely, I'll bring my traveling kit, a few joints, and take an Ecstasy pill about 9:00pm so we can really have a good time, OK?" I heard, "Right on, way to go," as the door closed behind me. According to schedule, all clean and tidy, I entered the rear door and found Max sitting at the kitchen table drinking a beer. The kitchen was very dark, just a small light over the sink was on. He was barefoot, only had on a pair of boxer shorts. When he saw me, he got a big smile on his face and stood. "Over here Teddy!" He watch my movements smiling. I took off my backpack and laid it on the table, turned and gave him a big hug and groped him through his boxers. I figured he must have a few beers in him by the way he was acting. "So you like scooter trash do you girl! Well you hit the jackpot with Max! Me and my dad, we been into bikes forever, belong to a Central Valley Chapter of the Nomads. Tour a lot on the weekends. Maybe some weekend you could come along so I could show you off to the guys!" He grabbed my backpack, "What you got here in the backpack girl, had it with you earlier? Looks interesting" He did the expected, dumped the entire contents on the table and spread it all out so he could inspect the contents. Oh well, that should tell him quite a bit more about me. "Fuck Teddy, you certainly travel prepared, don't you?" I just smiled! "What do we have here? Looks like a big dick to me. No, it's a dildo - so big too for such a little girl! What is this gadget? Looks like a ball gag to me, even a butt plug, a blindfold, nipple clamps, handcuffs, KY, and petroleum jelly. What is this stuff? A bottle of Ammo Nitrate! Oh yes Teddy, this is what I'm looking for - nice fat joints all lined up in this cigarette holder, matches, and even a lighter. Grab a couple more beers from the refrigerator Teddy and I'll get one of these joints going. Then you can strip for me you pretty little filly!" The Ecstasy pill had started working on me over an hour before I arrived, so I was hot to trot too. I already had my paws all over him and he was getting a slight boner. He turned a small radio to a pop station. "Strip for me girl, dance to the music!" My clothes came off a piece at a time as I rotated around, pawing him, dancing to the beat of the music, taking a hit off the joint each time he held it out to me. My final move was to lower his boxers and coax his dick to full attention. I maneuvered him back into a chair, sat on his lap, played with the hair on his chest, his mustache, and worked my fingers over his nipples. I tried to kiss him. Again, his head turned to the side. We smoked another joint and drank another beer... His dick was hard, pressed against my bottom side when I rose, dropped to my knees between his legs and laid my face in his crotch. I inhaled that area, my brain registering the fabulous, distinctly masculine scent, now familiar from this afternoons escapade with him. I was captivated with his aroma. He just stroked my long ponytail, looked down at me allowing me to sniff, lick and suck his ball sacks and lick his massive hard-on... I could have been happy doing this forever at the moment, as the pot had mellowed me out and I was all warm and comfy inside face to face with my favorite joy, an uncircumcised beauty pleasure treasure basket I felt two strong hands on my shoulders lifting me up on my feet. I spun around instantly facing another macho guy that was a carbon copy of Max, except he was about 20 years older, with a full salt and pepper beard, buzz cut, with a serious look about him. He was sporting a massive weapon, similar, but larger than Max, with a shaft on it that looked like a tree trunk. He was already nude, and his cock was jetting out oozing pre-cum bobbing from a crotch of masses of more curly salt and pepper. "Max, this honey's got to be about the prettiest little thing you ever brought home boy! My, my, yes indeed! I have been watching you two from over yonder awhile. You got Papa Joe all excited watching you two. Just looking at that little butt here bob and wiggle has me all excited. Were you planning to sneak him into the house without sharing him son? Didn't want to share this one with old Papa Joe, huh Maxwell? I told you last time, the next time you brought one of these pretty little guys home and didn't share him with me I would punish you. You remember that boy? Well boy, looks like you did it again! I'll deal with your punishment tomorrow son! I'll send him up to you when I get done with him! Now get your ass upstairs before I beat your ass to a pulp right here and now!" Papa Joe grabbed the Petroleum Jelly off the table, a couple of rubbers, a couple of joints, sorted through the rest of the gadgets spread out on the table, turned and smiled at me again. "You come to Papa Joe now little guy, we are gone a to have us a good time for awhile!" He lifted me into his arms, turned, and headed through the house directly to his bedroom and kicked the door shut with his heel. He made it to the bed, gave me a big sloppy lick across my cheek and sat me down on my feet. His breath smelled of hard liquor, lots of it, but he smelled wonderful! He put the stuff on the bedside table. He put one of the joints in my mouth, struck a match to it. He sat on the edge of the bed and motioned me to sit on his lap. He passed the joint back and forth until there was only a roach. He leaned over and pulled a roach clip from the nightstand drawer, clipped it and finished it off. He could see I was already pretty wasted and already playing with his dick reaching between my legs, so he lit the other joint and smoked most of it down, only giving me one hit for every five of his. When he finished, he put the roach clip back in the drawer and began to lick my face, ears and neck. I too now smelled like a brewery from his saliva. He stood me before him and sucked on my nipples for awhile. I just lay into his mouth moaning and shaking in the knees until he had to support me from falling. He nipped on them and realized I really liked what he was doing, so he nipped on them a bit harder until my head lay back, my eyes closed, I began to moan, and became totally submerged in the pleasure. He next laid me on my back on the end of his bed, stuck a couple of pillows under my butt. He kneeled on the floor between my legs and lifted them over his shoulders. He put his nose between my buns and took a deep breath, spread the buns apart with his two hands and buried his nose against my rosebud again and took another deep breath. "Oh fuck baby, you smell so damn good, nice and clean yet for Papa Joe. I'm going to eat your ass out girl, then fuck your sweet ass!" His tongue went to lapping over my hairless balls, down over my perineum to just above my pink rosebud, then back up to the balls and sucked on them for a couple of minutes. On his final trip down over that area his tongue lapped over pinkie. I shuddered with excitement. He teased me with his hot tongue, pulling away each time I shoved to get his tongue up inside me. Finally he gave in and that magic tongue did a number on me that had me screaming and begging him to lick deeper and fuck me with his hard sloppy tongue! "Lick it, lick it, oh yea Papa Joe - so good, oh so good!" "Baby, you really are one hot number - really like Papa Joe's tongue huh? Tell Papa Joe that you want to get fucked when you're ready baby!" He put lubricant on his fingers, worked them, one, two, three, then all four, massaging, kneading finally spreading them until I dilated, a total submissive to his magic fingers. "Fuck me Papa Joe, I'm ready now! Oh please fuck me!" "That's my girl" He positioned himself on the edge of the bed, flipped me over and entered me doggie style." His dick head was big just like Max; however, the shaft kept getting bigger and bigger all the way to the root. Each time his 10inches drove further into me it kept spreading me further and further apart, until I thought I was going to be split open. Finally I felt his balls and bush pressed against my ass cheeks. He hesitated a few moments, after he completely buried; then he slowly pumped me until I was responding by pushing back against his every thrust. Suddenly he shifted into high gear and devoured my pinkie with his massive woody. He pressed my head down and my arms out in front of me so he could completely cover me on his all fours. He lowered himself so his chest was resting comfortably against my back and began to dive bomb his maleness between my legs as he drooled, licked sucked and eventually chewed and started biting my neck and shoulders. He turned into an animal the way he devoured me right up to the moment he stiffened, shuddered, and dropped his load. "Here it comes baby! Oh fuck yes, squeeze my dick with that hot ass!" Yea, milk it! Milk it, Yea, YEA, YEA, OH YEA - OH FUCK - Oooooh Fuck Yesssss," as he filled me with a massive load of his masculine ball juice. This took me over the top and I indeed milked him as my ass pulsated and responded to his every command. "Oh Papa Joe, feels so good daddy! Leave it in me!" He stayed completely buried, rolled over on his left side pulling me with him. His hands ran up and down over my chest and stomach as he held me to him, still drooling and licking on me. He began to pump me slowly again. He never softened. He started to take me up with him again, stroking my cum-covered cock, this time putting bites all over my neck and back until we both reached another climax. "You can go up to Max now baby, come back and visit anytime you want more of Papa Joe. You are the best!" He rolled over on his back and went right to sleep. I looked at the clock and it read 1:45am, grabbed my stuff and headed to the kitchen to retrieve my clothing and my backpack its' contents. It was all gone, so I knew that Maxwell had obviously taken it all with him upstairs. I made my way up to his bedroom in the partial light coming from a few nightlights along the way. He was lying on his back cutting Z's when I crawled in alongside of him and sucked his dick into my mouth. He moaned a bit, then sprung awake and began to pump his dick down my throat, lifting his ass off the bed in a furry. He was obviously upset and treating me as roughly as he could muster. I quickly pulled away from him and shouted, "Take it easy Max, don't be mad at me big guy, I'm here to love you, not to have my throat split open." He smacked me across the face a couple of times with the back of his hand, then grabbed me by the ears and continued his onslaught, backing off just slightly from his previous furry. I began to cry and mutter, but he didn't seem to care. He dropped his load, almost choking me quickly. I learned that night that he had something really eating at him about his dad. He no sooner dropped that load in me and he climbed over me and fucked me repeatedly until he finally dropped off to sleep. It was almost 4:00am by that time. I grabbed all my stuff, dressed and took a pen and paper from his dresser top and left him a note before leaving. "Dear Max, I hope you and your dad work things out so I can come back to see you both without getting treated so harshly by you. I find you both very attractive and sexy. I'll be bye in a few days so we can talk about it. Thanks for the lube job, but you are going to have to learn to treat me more gentle or I'm history and through with you!" Signed Teddy I gave them a full week before I went by their house again. His bike was in the driveway, as was Papa Joe's, so I knew they were home. I just walked right in and found Max laid out on the sofa watching TV. He looked up at me, smiled, and said, "I knew you would be back Teddy! Came back for some dick huh girl? Me an the old man came to a truce concerning you. We will share you and I promise to not knock you around like I did again. Sorry baby!" I looked at him, leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek, feeling that he would turn his head away if I tried to kiss him on the lips. He surprised the hell out of me when he caught me by the arm, pulled me forward, planted a big wet slobbery kiss right on my lips, and rolled his tongue over and around mine. As we were sitting talking, Papa Joe came into the living room rubbing his eyes. He smiled at me and said, "I thought I heard your voice in here Teddy girl. We missed you baby! Sure good to see you decided to come back! I sure could use a big sloppy kiss. You got some sugar for Papa Joe today little girl?" I jumped to my feet and ran to him. Needless-to-say, that afternoon we three had the time of our life sharing each other. I kept my mouth sealed on the subject, but I realized, Papa Joe was more than just a dad to Max, and most likely been molesting him from a child after the wife died. After that day, I returned to them on a regular basis and we became very close friends. They were very good to me, even took me to a tattoo artist and had a small heart put on my ass cheek to seal our union. I wear it to this day.