Date: Fri, 23 Apr 2004 04:10:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Donald Graves <dprdon1532@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mountain Bike Adventures

These mountain bike stories are mostly true, I say
mostly because I am a mountain biker, I'm gay, I have
attended mountain bike seminar's and camps, and I have
had sex at some of these events. These stories are
true although some are enhanced so as to fill in the
gaps.

We start out this series with the way I got started
and first experience's with another boy's  cock.

It was February in Pennsylvania and as usual there was
a raging blizzard out side. I was in my recliner in
front of a nice comfortable fire  in the fireplace. A
popular Mt. Biker mag in front of me, and my mind,
body and soul yearning to be in the mountains and one
of my favorite bikes between my legs, the beautiful
pictures in the mag was firing up my desire to be out
there doing my thing.

It was Monday evening and I was home alone, Kevin my
very horny riding buddy was home at his apt, we had a
good weekend together,  my cock was settled in from
the weekends work out, but my ass was still a little
sore from the pounding Kevin had given it.

Kevin is the top in our relationship, although a kind
and caring type of man, when he has a hard on and some
one present ready willing and able to service that
beautiful eight incher, to put it mildly he can get
some what aggressive. He loves to get a good blow job
from a guy who loves to suck cock, and can be
relentless in getting his demands from that
individual. Kevin has a remarkable talent for
endurance, and can give himself a boost in that
department by tying off his balls and enjoying a much
longer blow job before he gets off.

There are also times and frequently I may add he likes
to stick that eight incher up a willing ass, and this
is one of the times he does get on his aggressive
side. He is on the tall side, and I know with me, he
likes me bent over a table or couch arm, and with that
monster planted deep in my ass he grabs my hips and
lifts me up to his level, and gives me a good manly
pounding. There are times I get carried away and moan
and squeal with pleasure when he does that. He says I
squeal like a stuck pig, and that really turns him on.
On this particular weekend he had a on going urge to
hear me squeal, and now on this Monday evening I was
still feeling the after glow of those fucking's

I have several stories I want to relate here, about my
Mountain bike adventures so I better start at the
beginning. I think I was thirteen at the time and
Randy, Tom, Glenn and I were riding our Mountain bikes
along the creek and as sometimes happens on those
summer days, the weather took a sudden change, and
there was no doubt in our minds it was going to be a
soaker. We decided to head for the old mill about half
mile down the trail we were on, it was an old water
wheel mill long ago abandoned, although still
standing. ( Since that time it has been made into a
historical state monument).

The four us had been there hundreds of times, and
being boys we did what boys always do sometime or
other in their lives did, I am talking about a little
show and tell. You know what I mean, you show me yours
and I'll show you mine, and many times those little
show and tell games turn into jack off sessions. No
doubt as we redoubled or efforts to get there before
the rain got us, we probably all had the same thing on
our minds, a little Jack off session was an up and
coming event when we got there.

As it turned out we didn't quite make it and we got
pretty wet before getting some shelter in the mill. It
was a good excuse to get our clothes off so we
wouldn't catch cold, and standing there naked and
shivering of course comments were made about each
others cock's. Then one took hold of his cock and gave
the rest of us a better view, and suggested we warm
our selves up by having a little action. We each soon
followed, and the next thing we knew we were pumping
our cock's

But this time for some unknown reason I wasn't getting
it up as quickly as my buddies were,
but Glenn's was raging already. Glenn said something
that all but blew me away, he had hold of his cock and
he pointed it straight at me and said "here you finish
me off".

I had never touched any body else's cock in my life,
true I had in the past some fantasies about it
during some solitary jack off session's, but never
thought I would ever get the courage to do it. I was
very much aware of what it meant to be queer. I  knew
how some of the upper class man got treated when the
guys thought they were queer. I wanted no part of that
scene, in fact it scared me to death, and death I was
sure it would be if my Dad or family ever thought such
a thing about me. I would be dead meat for sure.

I hesitated and shrank back from the offer. But Glenn
got pushy and insisted, I still refused, but he began
getting impatient, even raised his voice a little. The
other guys just stood there watching this new
development of an other wise routine jack off session.
I think both stopped  pumping as Glenn got more and
more pushy, finally he took my hand and put his cock
in my hand. It seemed to me I was not in my own body,
it felt like my body was here, but I was some where
else. I couldn't believe I had some one else's cock in
my hand, and one of my best buddies cock at that.

Finally I got my  wits back and tried to let go of
Glenn's cock, but he had hold of my hand and it was
firmly gripping his cock, I couldn't let loose of his
cock, we stood there for I don't know how long not
moving with my hand on his cock.

As reality began to return I remember thinking it felt
good, another guys cock in my hand, then I thought not
just good, but dam good, I felt Glenn's hand began to
loosen its grip, but I didn't loosen mine, the next
thing I knew Glenn was fucking my hand, I realized
what was happening, and started to let go of the cock,
but Glenn grabbed it again and tightened his hold,
then started pumping faster, I knew what was going to
happen, but I couldn't let go of his throbbing cock.
Then he took both of hands and wrapped them around my
hand that had the firm hold of his cock, what happened
next was a blur at the time, but as I think back it
all came back to me.

He pointed his cock straight at mine, through his head
back and with loud moans shot his cum all over my cock
and balls. It took me a while to recall the details,
but Ido remember feeling his cock pulsate in my hand,
and I felt his hot cum hit my cock and balls. It took
me a few seconds after he shot his load to realize  I
had a raging hard on, and I think I actually had
precum oozing out.

The other guys stood frozen right where they stood,
their eyes wide in astonishment, their mouths open not
believing what they had just seen. It took a few
seconds for the other guys to digest the fact that
Glenn had just fucked my hand and shot his load all
over by dick and balls.

This scene speeded up their juices and both Randy and
Tom was ready to shoot any second, Randy went first,
then Tom turned his dick in my direction and shot a
second load on my cock and balls. I was in near shock
as I was still holding Glenn's Dick in my hand even
though he had released his grip on my hand still
wrapped around his now softening cock.

For the next few days and nights I couldn't get my
mind off the fact I had my hand on some else's cock, I
just could not shake the electric shock of the feel of
the cock, it just wouldn't leave me. I think I jacked
off a dozen time's during the next few days just
reliving the feel of that cock in my hand.

On our next meeting we decided to go back to the old
mill, I think we all knew what was going to happen,
another good jack off session, and I was quite nervous
as what part I may end up playing.

I was getting the nagging feeling that I was after all
gay, and quite frankly that scared the hell out of me.


As it turned out I did play a major part in those
future jack off session's.

The very next time at the mill  they talked me into
letting all three them fuck my fist, It was a
thrilling experience for me, I got so hot I had to
jack my self off twice before they all got finished.

By the end of that experience, I was scared to death
that I was gay, but I knew at that time deep down in
my soul I be more than just touching cock's.

I have to admit the thought of taking some guys cock
in my mouth, scared the hell out of me, but my gut
told me it would happen sooner or later.

After a couple of meetings at the mill the guys got
used to  fucking my fist, this time Randy had just
finished, the cum was still dripping from his dick,
and he grabbed my head and started to push it down,
and told me to kiss his dick. I wanted too in the
worst way, but was scared, I was especially afraid to
get his cum in my mouth, Randy pushed hard enough that
I had to keel. The first time I had ever seen a cock
at eye level, I hesitated to put his cock to my lips,
but he shoved his cock forward and pulled my head
towards the dripping cock, still afraid of the cum I
quickly turned my head, and the head of his dick hit
my left cheek. and he rubbed his cum all over my
cheek. Then he forced my head around and made me kiss
the end of his cock.  I could feel the slippery cum on
my lips and I think I panicked, but then he pulled my
head hard to his cock and it went inside my lips, he
rubbed his dick around the inside of my lips.

Tom stepped in front of me, I was still on my knees,
he grabbed his raging dick and started jacking off
again, I was mesmerized by the throbbing cock bobbing
up and down in front of me, I was to far out of
control of my self, and the next thing I knew I had a
full load of cum all over my face. I think it was just
a natural reaction and with out realizing it I started
to lick my lips.
And there it was my first taste of cum. At first I
didn't realize what I had done, the guys were just
staring at me, I don't remember Randy stepping in
front of me but I was on my knees staring at his cock
at eye level and I knew it was going to explode at any
minute, I just froze and waited, but not long and he
pointed his cock straight at mouth and unloaded right
on target. They told me later I opened my mouth and I
took the whole load. I do remember swallowing and
licking my lips again.

>From that point on it just grew from there. The next
time the guys wanted me to go to the mill with them, I
tried to get out of it, but they knew it was only a
half hearted effort on my part, and the next thing I
knew I was my way to the mill.

It was no secret each of us knew what was going to
take place, especially me, they weren't forcing me to
come along, they knew and I knew we were going for the
sex.

I was the one that was on my knees, I was the one that
took a face full of cum, I was the one that took a
mouth full of cum, swallowed then licked my lips. I
knew I was the reason we were making this trip to the
mill. How far would I go, I knew the answer to that
question deep down.

It was as plain to me as if it had been written in big
bold head lines in the morning paper. No matter how
scared I was, no matter how much I didn't want to be
gay, I knew I was going to take a cock in my mouth
before we left the mill today. I wasn't the only one
that knew that, so did Randy, and Glenn.

We decided to take the short cut, but that meant a
couple of mean hills to climb, ( some of those
Pennsylvania hills can be real mean.) But I knew in my
gut the reason for the short cut was hanging between
our legs. The silence on the way over was more than
just the hill climbing, I had the gut feeling my three
buddies had gotten together with out me. No doubt they
had some conversations regarding my new found
interests in their cock's, and no doubt they had some
preconceived plans concerning some new adventures that
included my new interests.

 To be continued

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