Date: Tue, 29 Dec 1998 13:05:54 EST
From: Roarrr201@aol.com
Subject: Fucked Up 3

FUCKED UP

written by: Roarrr201@aol.com
All rights reserved.

Warning: If you are offended by graphic descriptions of sex between men,
you should stop reading now.

This story is a fantasy. People frequently have unsafe sex in it - please
don't feel encouraged to do the same. You might risk your life.


FUCKED UP
Part III


After some moments the biker pulled his fingers out of my mouth. I sighed
softly, disappointed that he deprived me so quickly of that new delicious
taste in my mouth, and tried to reach his hand again with my outstretched,
lapping tongue but he wouldn't have it. He reached down and grabbed my by
then rockhard dick, wrapping his leather clad fingers around the throbbing
rod, holding it with a firm strength that made me groan in excitement. My
body writhing in the car's seat I stared at the man's face, trying in vain
to see his eyes behind those dark reflecting glasses. Then he spoke for the
first time, his voice hoarse and dark:

"Hey, mister noble blond here is really desparate for cum. Rockhard, hot
and droolin' just from lapping up his own jism. That's pretty weird, man,
lickin' your own juice like a starvin' puppy."

He tightened his grip on my dick. I gasped. It hurt but somehow the pain
only added to my arousal.

"Shall I feed you some more? You look still pretty hungry to me."

He didn't wait for an answer but used his other hand to scoop more of my
sticky, creamy cum into my mouth. I opened my lips wide and let his gloved
fingers glide deep down into my throat. Eagerly I started to lick and suck
at his fingers, drinking down a second generous helping of my own jism. He
seemed to like my attitude.

"Yeah, man,lap at my hand, lick it clean. Yeah, suck at my fingers! Clean
up the mess you've made. Gulp your cum down. Gulp it down, man! I want to
see that Adam's apple movin'. Let me see that you swallow your jism. Yeah,
that's the way to do it. Good dog! Use your tongue! Move your tongue!"

No-one had ever talked to me like that, no-one had ever addressed my like
that. I was shocked not so much by the fact that someone came up with
things like that but by the fact that this dirty talk excited me while I
should have detested it. But I had learned already many new things on that
day - so many new things in so short a time that the barrier of convention
and shame that had up to that day separated me from my darker desires had
by then completely collapsed. And there were still many new things to be
learned - and I was eager to learn.

The biker removed his fingers from my mouth again, let go of my aching dick
and started to take off his gloves. I stared at the huge bulge in the man's
tight-fitting pants, my eyes roaming over the tremendous mound that
stretched halfway down his left thigh. Then he worked at the zipper of his
fly, opening it with a loud slush, reached inside and, after a brief
fumbling, pulled out first his balls and then his dick. It was cut, still
soft and hung down over the huge, almost perfectly spherical balls.
Involuntarily I licked my lips. The biker smirked. He lifted his dick in
one hand. I stared at his hairy, low-hanging balls and licked my lips
again.

"Open up your mouth," he ordered rudely.

I obeyed instantly, straining my jaws, and he stuffed his long, but still
limp cock into my mouth. Groaning with excitement I closed my lips around
it and began to run my tongue eagerly all over the fat shaft. To my
surprise his reaction was quite different from what I expected: faster than
you could say the word 'suck' he pulled his cock out of my mouth again and,
grabbing a handful of my hair and jerking my head backwards, slapped me
hard across the face.

"Did I tell you to use your tongue on my dick? Did I tell you to suck at my
cock? Did I?," he snarled.

Confused and startled by the sudden pain I shook my head, staring at the
reflection of my up-turned face in his dark glasses. He hit me again. Right
at that moment my cock jumped up from my belly and started to leak a steady
stream of pre-cum. It thumbed back onto my heaving belly with a loud and
juicy 'smack'. His grip at my hair hurt and my cheek burnt.

"What's that? Are you dumb? Speak up, asshole! I want to hear that."

Hesitantingly I followed his order. My voice was feeble.

"No, you didn't tell me to suck at your dick."

He slapped me again and my dick jerked like mad. I gasped and my whole body
started to tremble.

"Can't hear you, mister blond noble asshole! Speak up, sissy! Speak up like
a man!," he yelled, spraying my face with small drops of his spit.

Blushing because of the slaps and because of the shame I repeated the
sentence as loud as I could. He seemed to be satisfied with my performance
this time.

"What did I tell you to do?"

"To open up my mouth".

"Do it then! Open your fuckin' mouth! Spread your lips and freeze, man!
I'll stuff my dick back into your mouth and you'll do nothing but close
your lips again. Got it? Just keep my cock in your rotten mouth and hold
still."

I did as I was ordered and he did as he had annouced. I closed my lips
around the base of the biker's limp dick again and held perfectly still.
His wiry crotch hair tickled in my nose. The fat shaft rested on my wet
tongue like a sleeping snake. The skin of the head seemed to be slightly
rougher than the skin of the shaft, and the skin right behind the head was
softest of all and wonderfully wrinkly. The dick's weight that had felt
small at first seemed to increase with each second the shaft lay on my
tongue: it became heavier and heavier, pressing my tongue down into my
palate. I hardly dared to breathe and waited, trembling with excitement.
Suddenly I noticed that my salviation became stronger and stronger: more
and more spit ran into my mouth, gathering around the fat shaft, running
over the smooth skin, filling my mouth to the point of overflowing. Anxious
to disobey the man's orders I didn't dare to gulp down so I let the spit
run out of the corners of my strained lips. It leaked quickly down over my
chin and coated my neck. Then after some time I began to feel the pulse of
the man's blood on my tongue: slowly, very slowly his dick started to
swell, to pulse, to throb. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the
sensations in my mouth, holding my tongue as still as I could, eager not to
miss that soft throb on my tongue that increased gradually in intensity,
passed on by the swelling dick, spreading through my body as more and more
blood rushed into the man's dick, making it start to erect.

Then he spoke again and his voice seemed to reach me as much thanks to some
strange vibrations of his dick in my mouth as through my ears:

"Feel that? My dick's swelling up in your mouth... stretching
out... growing... getting bigger and bigger... harder... thicker... mhhh,
that feels so good... so hot... my dick expanding, throbbing in your
mouth... warm and wet... your hot spit washing around the shaft... it's
leaking out... running down your chin... because my dick's filling up your
mouth... not enough room anymore for your spit... and my dick is only
beginnning to get hard... there'll be no room for your tongue in no time
too... just for my cock... rockhard and thick... so thick your jaws will
ache... your lips straining around the fat shaft... tearing up the skin at
the corners of your mouth... making you gag... choking with hard
dick... yeah, it's really getting hard now... on your tongue... in your
mouth... you waiting to be told to move... like a good dog... passive...
eager to obey... eager to please me... just holdin' my dick on your
tongue... like you were told... getting all excited by the feeling of
it.... the feeling of my hard dick in your mouth... a biker's dick
straining the lips of mister blond noble... sitting in his brand new, posh
car... panting... writhing around in his expansive leather seat... cock
hard and droolin'... from having a biker shove his big, hard dick into his
slut mouth... hard, fat biker dick in your mouth!"

And he was right, perfectly right: I was excited beyond all means by the
feeling of his dick in my mouth, by the sensation of his rapidly enlarging
cock that throbbed and pulsed on my tongue, getting bigger and bigger.
Slowly, miraculously the limp, rubbery shaft was transformed in a stiff
swollen unbending ramrod of hot meat. The huge head brushed across my
glottal stop and - as he had predicted - I gagged. My mouth was getting so
full of hard dick that there was no room for anything else. Even if I had
tried I wouldn't have been able to move my tongue around the thick shaft.
It was way too big to fit into my mouth. I felt my jaws creak forced wide
apart by his incredible thickness. The biker's dick began to stick out
between my lips. I watched in wonder as inch after inch of thick, fat cock
emerged out of my strained mouth and felt that I was pushed back by the
strength of his swelling dick. His crotch hair that had rubbed my nose when
he had first stuffed his limp dick into my mouth was more and more far
away, two inches, three inches, four inches and his cock still grew in size
and thickness.

And then it was fully hard. As stiff as a cock could get. And so big,
unbelieveably big: more than six inches from my lips to where the base of
that giant dick disappeared into his dark pubic hair, still more fat,
throbbing inches stuffed into my mouth. And I was trying so hard to take
the whole length of it. Slowly he pulled his dick out off my mouth. The
huge head popped out of my lips with a juicy, wet sound. I sighed, glad to
be able to breathe again, but feeling strangely sad that the incredible
heat in my mouth was gone. Staring at the towering thickness of his
erection,shiny with my spit, I wondered if I would ever be able to take
more than just a few inches of it into my mouth. He patted my head.

"Good dog! Not bad for the beginning. You've got me hard and droolin'.
Before I fuck your face for good let's try something different for a
change. Come on, doggy, get a good smell of me. Ain't nothing that smells
as good as a real man's balls to an asshole like you, is there? Come on,
bury your nose in this hot smelly crotch and sniff away like a good little
puppy dog. I know that you're good at licking at things. Now, let me see
that you're really a good dog who likes nothing better than to sniff around
a hot set of cock and balls."

He undid his belt and unfastened his pants, shoving them down over his hips
so he could spread his legs wide and then he pulled my face into his
exposed crotch, forcing my nose and lips between his widespread, strong
legs.

"Smell it, sniff it, man! Get into it like a good dog. Let me hear that you
sniff it. I want to hear that! Sniff at my crotch!"

My nose buried deep into his pubic hair, I inhaled deeply and audibly,
filling my nose and my lungs with the ripe odors of the man's crotch. The
smell was overpowering, intoxicating, a heady mixture of sweat, piss and
cum, and it made my mind spin. My dick dripped with pre-cum and I felt the
strong urge to grab it and jack me off to a quick climax but didn't dare to
touch it without an order. As you can see I learnt quickly.

"Yeah, man, sniff me! Inhale! Like that! Once again! Fill your lungs with
my funky smell so that you'll never forget it. Smells great, uhh? Sniff me
once again. I want to hear you inhale, asshole! Yeah, good dog! You like
that smell, don't you? It makes your dick jerk and throb. It turns you on -
I can see that. From now on this smell will haunt you. You'll be sitting in
your expansive car or in your posh offfice and suddenly my smell will hit
your nose and your cock will get rockhard and you'll remember me, the
sweaty, dirty biker who made you cum like you've never cum before and
you'll grab your dick in your pants and it will explode just from the
touch, just from my smell in your fuckin' noble nose. I've been sitting on
that bike all morning working up a good sweat for an asshole like you. I
got real sweaty balls just waitin' to be licked fresh and clean by a
cocksucker like you. Now get to it, doggy. Get that tongue out and start
licking. Get my hairy balls all nice and fresh with that wet tongue of
yours!"

He held me between his strongly-muscled legs, his heavy torso hunched over
my still seated body, working his hips back and forth as he maneuvered his
groin against my face. And I opened my mouth, spread my lips and began to
lick at the man's balls, nuzzling my face between the biker's widespread
thighs, easing my tongue out to lap at his scrotum, savouring the taste of
his sweaty skin, cautiously at first, then more and more eagerly: I liked
the taste. It was salty and ripe with a mixture of very different flavours
and aroma: leather, gas, cum, sweat and piss. I liked it - no, it drove me
crazy and I began to work enthusiastically at the man's crotch with tongue
and lips, teasing the sensitive skin. Intoxicated by the musky scent of the
man's crotch I slurped more strongly, popping one of those large, hairy,
spherical balls between my lips to move it around restlessly on my tongue,
beginning a slow, teasing pressure. The biker moaned, his breath hissing
from between his tight-clenched teeth. I felt his dick throb and leap and
jerk and pulse above my face as he ground his hips and belly and ass around
in eccentric circular movements and a steady stream of sticky pre-cum
descended down from the head of his giant dick onto my front, coating it
and running slowly down over my eye-brows. Excited by his growing
excitement I began to fist my own rockhard prick fiercely and spit out the
biker's well-soaked, clean and fresh ball only to capture and claim the
other one, sucking it into the clenching confines of my mouth, giving it
the same juicy treatment with my swirling, wet tongue. Straining my jaws as
wide apart as I could I then managed to my own surprise to catch them both
between my wide-open lips. Both his hairy, huge balls were stuffed in my
mouth and I sucked at them as hard as I could, pulling them down into my
throat as far as they would go, squeezing them hard, swirling my tongue
around and around the rolling balls, soaking the hairy, rough skin with my
spit. Digging his fingers into my skull and holding my head firmly in place
he accompanied my actions with a husky shant of orders:

"Yeah, doggy! That's the spirit! Suck my balls. Suck at them! Hard!
Harder!Run your hot tongue around over my hairy balls... push them around
with your tongue... let me feel the skin of your tongue... slippery,
rubbery... hot on my sweatsoaked balls... yeah, toss those hairy nuts from
cheek to cheek... and back again... rinse them in your warm spit... rinse
them good... make them clean and shiny... suck, asshole, suck at my
balls... suck at them hard... try to gulp them down!"

After some time he pulled back and his balls, dripping with my spit, popped
out of my clenching lips. I looked up and marveled at the sight of the
biker's giant dick, glistening with pre-cum, arching high up over the
bulging balls, reaching out towards the man's navel, swaying gently up and
down, pulled down by the sheer massiveness of the shaft but hold up by a
stronger invisible force. I was stunned by this incredible, proudly exposed
display of masculinity. Then the man came up with a new order:

"Suck my dick, man! Suck me! Come on, doggy, open up and suck me!"

 I had longed to hear that order but was also frightend by it: how could I
possibly take the whole length of his mammoth cock in my mouth? How? I
hadn't the sligthest idea how this could be achieved but somehow I knew
that he would want me to do exactly that - taking all of his fucking hard
inches in my mouth and throat. Licking my lips nervously I worried that I
would disappoint him and that he would get mean. With trembling fingers I
reached up and closed my hand around his huge, fat dick, pulling the
incredible hard, incredible strong column of cock meat away from the man's
tensely muscled, hairy belly, amazed that I had to apply some force to keep
it from snapping instantly back. For a beginning I ran my tongue over the
pulsing shaft, cockhead to prickbase, up and down in circles and in long,
wet strokes, my hand moving with my mouth, my tongue lapping all around the
huge rod, nibbling at the bulging veins, caressing the soft skin,
encircling the huge head, dipping into the gaping piss-slit.

Then I opened my mouth and gulped down the massive cockhead, closing my
lips right behind its flared edges around the fat shaft, flicking my tongue
over the smooth skin, swallowing the generous stream of sticky pre-cum that
oozed out of the throbbing head. I felt the pulsing of the giant shaft and
tried to work my mouth further down on the man's rod, getting the hot skin
slick with spit. Moving my head up and down I let his dick go all the way
to the back of my throat and then pulled back until just the cockhead was
still between my lips. The man groaned and thrust his hips forward and I
realized that I wanted more of his dick in my mouth, all of it, as deep in
my throat as possible, all the fucking nine inches in me. I was suddenly
overwhelmed by greed - greed for this man's dick, for his hard, pulsing
cock, greed for his hot cum. I wanted it, I longed for it and I sucked at
the biker's dick frantically, trying to take it as deep as I could. The
huge head of his giant cock hit against my glottal stop and I hesitated but
he held my head firmly in place with strong hands and suddenly, as though a
door had opened up, I felt head and shaft surge into my throat, gliding
effortlessly down, filling me with rockhard dick. Somehow I managed to
breathe through my nose and accepted more and more of the man's throbbing
cock into my throat, feeling inch after inch of that ramrod moving into my
mouth and down into my clenching throat. Then my nose was pressed in his
crotch hair and I knew that the man's dick was buried to the hilt in my
mouth, all of it, all fucking nine inches. My mind reeled: I felt the
biker's big hard cock stretching down into my throat. The man spread his
legs wider apart and let out a long, throaty,

"Yeeaaahh!"

And then we both went wild: I started to jack off feverishly, beating my
rockhard dick like there would be no tomorrow, bouncing my mouth on the fat
big prick in my mouth, slobbering on it frantically, straining my jaws to
keep my mouth as far open as possible, clenching my throat muscles to
capture his throbbing cock, and the man went crazy too, pumping his hips,
ramming his giant dick into my aching throat, humping, his balls slapping
at my chin with each of his forceful thrusts, shoving his rockhard meat
deep into me, driving it forward, panting in lust as his dick got bigger
and bigger and drooled more and more pre-cum. I looked up at his magificent
body, my eyes roaming over his big, hairy chest and hard, heaving stomach.
I panted too, slurping at his throbbing cock, moving my mouth all over that
big hard juicy dick, gobbling more and more of it, worshipping the man and
his prick at the same time.

"Yeah, doggy," he growled, "you do a good job. You suck cock like you're
really into it. You like it? You like sucking my dick?"

Reluctantly I took my mouth off his jerking ramrod but I couldn't take my
eyes off it. Staring at the huge, stiff , drooling dick before my face I
confessed the truth:

"Yes, I love it. I love sucking your big cock. I love it!"

"Then get back to it!," he ordered, jamming his dick back into my mouth
with one long thrust. "I'm so fuckin' hot. I gotta have it now. And you're
gonna gulp my cum down!"

He started rolling his hips, humping my face, ramming his hard, fat dick
again and again into my drooling mouth. My hands started roaming his body,
feeling his thick, heavily muscled thighs, clutching his taut butt, feeling
it clench as he rammed his rockhard dick hard into my wide open mouth. He
panted and groaned, ruthlessly fucking my face, his big hairy balls banging
at my chin with each of his mighty thrusts into my mouth. My head was
pinned between his strong hands and he was greedily driving his dick into
my throat. I looked up at him admiringly. A biker was doing me, a big,
strong, hairy man, a complete stranger fucking my mouth in broad daylight,
taking me, face-fucking me hard with deep, viscious thrusts - and I loved
it. I wanted it. I loved getting banged in the mouth by this big cocked,
burly stranger. I knew nothing about him, not even his name, but had his
hard, drooling dick in my eager mouth - and I loved it. I wanted his cock
in my throat and I held my mouth open for him, greedily waiting for his
cum, watching him get more and more excited, moaning and shaking, waiting
for his big, stiff dick to squirt and pump his jism into my eager mouth,
longing to taste his cum, a man's cum for the first time. And he was coming
closer and closer, groaning and screaming, animal growls punctuating his
dirty talk:

"Yeah, suck it, man! Give me some real good head! Make me cum! Do it good,
man. Make me shoot my load. You've got a mouth for suckin' dick. Oh, yeah.!
Make me pump that big load of hot, sticky cum into you. I wanna cum,
cocksucker. Cum right in your fuckin' hot slut mouth. Drown you with my
jism. Do it! Make me squirt you full of juice. I got a load of cum for you
that's gonna blow the back of your head off. Get it, doggy! Get it. Get my
cum, slut!"

And he fed his big meat to me frantically, his head tossing, his hips
rocking, his taut buttocks snapping back and forth, dimpling deeply in
contraction, relaxing in retreat. I lunged forward, burying his great
choker deep in my tight throat, his wiry groin hair tickling my nose and
cheeks, and I heard my breath whistle through the hairs in my nose as I
struggled to gain air. A staccato grunt issued from somewhere deep inside
my body while I took on his giant dick again and again, swiveling my tongue
around and around the deep-driving, mouth-fucking cockshaft, impatient to
reach the heart of the matter. I didn't had to wait much longer:

"Ohhh, man, I'm close... so close... really close now... balls drawin'
up... aching... hot... boiling with hot cum... ready to shoot out... into
your throat... close... too close to hold back... I'm gonna cum, doggy...
I'm right there...gonna... ohhh, shit... yeah... I'm... Yeah!  Shit! Damn!!
Fuck!!! I cummin', man!!Cumminng!!! Take it, cum slut!Take it all!!"

With bulging eyes I watched as every muscle in the biker's strong body
tensed and I felt his rockhard dick throb, expand and swell, jerk and then
throb again in my mouth. And then the first burst of hot cum shot out of
the gaping lips of the man's cockhead, coating my tongue, flooding my mouth
to the point of overflowing, choking me and I swallowed the hot, thick,
creamy, salty, slighty acrid fluid. And that did it for me too: my climax
seemed to start in my curling toes and then climbed rapidly through my
writhing body, reaching my aching balls right at the moment when I gulped
the man's jism down, tasting the salty jism, and then my own load of cum
was erupting, exploding from my rockhard dick and spraying all over my
stomach and chest. His body convulsing and tensing again and again the
biker shot streams of hot cum into my gulping mouth and I swallowed the
tasty substance passionately; I drank it down with fierce urgency as spurt
after spurt struck the back of my throat and I felt my mind spin while I
savoured the thick, rich cream with relish. I answered every gush of his
load with a deep throated grunt and another eruption of my own load of hot
cum until the torrent of jism in my mouth eased off to a steady stream that
ran slowly out of the pulsing length of the man's huge, spurting dick. And
I slurped that up too, lapping at the cum and spit-covered throbbing shaft
with caressing, swirling tongue, eager not to miss the slightest drop of
cum, greedy for more of his hot, tasty jism. The man was still talking,
lost in the agony of his climax:

"Take it man... take my cum... all of it... hot cum shooting in your slut
mouth... feeding you with my jism... giving all to you... every glob....
suck it down... swallow my cum... yeah, lap it up... with your hot
tongue... suck me dry... suck me completely dry!"

Still he held my head immobile in front of his crotch and his dick was
still stuffed in my mouth. To my surprise it didn't go soft but stayed just
as it had been before his shattering orgasm: hard, fat and intimidatingly
huge. I tried to move but he wouldn't have it and rattled on and on about
his cum. Then his voice was suddenly drowned by a new sound: the sound of
roaring engines. And the volume was raidly increasing! Someone was
approaching us! Whimpering with fear I tried to push him back but he was
strong and locked my head and neck in an achingly tight grip and stayed
where he was.

Still impaled on his hard dick and blushing with embarrasment I watched out
of the corner of my eyes as the quiet clearing suddenly became a very busy
place: a bunch of bikers arrived and stopped on the road where the man who
had just shot his huge load of hot cum into my mouth had parked his
machine. Five bikes, seven men. All of them clad in black leather. All of
them humpy, burly guys with heavily muscled chests and hairy stomachs. And
with big bulges in their tight-fitting, greasy and worn pants.

When they noticed me and the man in our somewhat extraordinary posture they
roared with laughter. Amidst a wave of shouts, catcalls, whistles and
laughter I heard things like: "Hey, man, we can't leave you alone even for
a few minutes!", "I don't believe this: he's already stuffin' his big joint
in some hot mouth again.", Hey, Chad, found yourself a hot pig again?
You're a fast one, man! Really fast!" They walked up to us and noticed my
car. As I've said before it was a really expansive European convertible.
Another roar of laughter and shouts: "Whow, that's what I call 'Fuckin' in
style'!", "Teaching the posh pig a lesson, Chad?", "How much does he pay
you to swing on your hot dick, man?" Forming a semicircle around the car
the bikers stared down on me, on my naked chest and belly, soiled with my
own cum, on my straining mouth around the man's hard dick. I wanted to die.

Finally Chad - at least I had learned his name - released me from his tight
grip and pulled his dick out of my aching mouth. His cock was shiny with
his cum and my spit and as hard as a dick could be. I looked up into his
face with pleading eyes but he wasted no time with any preliminaries:

"Get out of the car," he growled.

"Listen...," I tried to start an argument but wasn't very successful.

"Get out of that fuckin' car!," he yelled, once again spraying my face with
a shover of small drops of his spit.

I obeyed.

"Loose that filthy clothes!"

Tears welled up in my eyes but I did as I was told: I took off my shoes,
stepped out of my trousers and briefs, removed my shirt. All eight men
stepped closer, staring at my naked body with greedy, hard eyes. I felt
like I would faint any second. One of them who sported a black moustache
said:

"Who's going to do him first?"

Slowly he reached out with one hand and pinched my right nipple, digging
his fingernails firmly into the tender flesh. I gasped loud. A shiver ran
down my spine, sweat appeared on my front and I prayed silently that the
earth would open up under me.

Chad answered the man's question:

"Let's have him in the order of length. That means I'm first because I've
got the biggest dick here!"

Right at this moment the telephone rang.

We all froze in surprise. Back then mobile telephones were still quite rare
- since I tried to impress people I owned one of course. The bikers looked
puzzled around and that was my advantage. I made a desparate lunge,
breaking through the circle of bodies that surrounded me, grabbed the phone
from the car and ran for cover while several of the men chased me. In case
you've never tried to make a phone call while running for your life let me
tell you that this is really a hard task but somehow I managed to press the
right button. I got through and screamed "HELP!" into the receiver at the
top of my voice. The caller was Bob, my pal and colleague. I remembered
that earlier on on that morning he had promised to call me after the
meeting with Jepson to hear how I had got along with my first client. This
seemed like ages ago right then and he too seemed like a part of a strange
former life that lay irretrievably behind me. Naturally he was concerned:

"For heaven's sake, Jay, what's happening?"

Now I wouldn't have told my best buddy that a bunch of horny bikers were
running after me because they wanted to fuck my ass in turns even if had
had lots of time to do so. Since I was running across the clearing and
heading for the encircling bushes and trees I had no time at all. I just
yelled "CALL THE POLICE!" into the phone and then tried to describe the
dirtroad and the clearing with a few words. I glanced over my shoulder: the
bikers were behind me and gaining on me. And then I threw myself into the
bushes, madly crushing through them, and I lost the phone. It just slipped
out of my hand and was gone. It's easier to run without a telephone in hand
and so I did that, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath whistling in my
lungs. It took me some moments to realize that I had shook them off - or
maybe they had just lost interest in me and my asshole. I stopped and
collapsed on the earth, my chest rising and falling in great sobbing gulps.

I listened and heard the men shouting and yelling in the distance. Slowly
there voices died down. Then it was quiet for a brief moment. The silence
was once again interrurpted by the roar of starting engines and then that
sound too disappered into the background and died down. I waited for a
several minutes but everything stayed quiet. I rose to my feet and walked
slowly back to the clearing, looking for the mobile phone. I couldn't find
it.

The clearing was sunny, quiet and peaceful. The bike gang was gone. And so
was my car.

I was not really mad about that but more concerned that they would soil the
seats or break the engine. They would be caught - I was sure about that.
Standing in the bright warm sunlight on the mossy ground I felt calm and
safe again. I deciced to walk up to the main road and look for help.

It was only then that I realized that I was naked. Stark naked.

And completely soiled with globs of dried cum.


(to be continued)

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