Date: Sun, 3 Oct 1999 10:38:07 -0400 From: paul Subject: Eric's Ride (MM) The following story depicts graphic sex acts between gay or bisexual males. If gay sex is offensive to you or illegal at you location, or if you are a minor, read no further. This is my second story posting. (my first was "Brian") If you like it, great, I'd love to hear what turned you on. If not, I still don't really care so don't bother me. Don't copy or repost. It isn't nice. "Eric's Ride" Speedos on a nude beach are a really stupid idea. Just an observation, but c'mon guys, get real. Everyone else on the beach is swinging free, having a great time in the sun just as God made them and along comes the inevitable band of black or blue hiding the goods. They really don't hide much and what's the point ? If the attempt is to avoid a sunburned dick, you could do what the rest of us do and coat up with a number thirty or better sunscreen. Besides, applying the sunscreen is half the fun, as it's one of the few socially acceptable reasons for fondling your dick in public. Ah yes, deep thoughts and ruminations from my vantage point on the beach. The beach at this end of the island was formed by a passing glacier a few million years ago, leaving a spectacular beach head of tall colorful clay cliffs towering above the sandy beach, the beach itself dotted by boulders the size of a Volkswagen left behind by the retreating ice. By timeless tradition this beach was "clothing optional", a sort of modern day Eden where men, women, and families with children came to spend the day in the sun and surf, leaving their inhibitions and modesty behind except for that occasional damn Speedo. I can understand the baggies or surfer's trunks if you're truly too modest or hung up and have something you think you need to hide, but what do you think you're hiding under the lycra/spandex? Sex on the beach was something else. Sex on the beach just wasn't done. This was a family atmosphere. Men and boys had dicks; women and girls had vaginas and breasts of all sizes and shapes to behold, but beholding was all that was acceptable here. Actually there was a lot of "beholding" going on. Just last week I was walking onto the beach towards my usual spot when I fell into step with a group of twenty-something aged women, giggling like schoolgirls. Naturally they were there to see the clay cliffs. Right. They finally admitted that they had a rating system for the guys, and noted a "nine" that we passed by. I agreed, though I kept that opinion to myself, and sent them on their way as I headed off to settle in the sand, noting that they'd be seeing a lot more of me on their return trip. Return they did, calling out that I was a "ten", and marching back along down the beach, ogling all the way. Well, a "ten" might be kind, but my gym toned body wasn't bad for my mid-forties. Five-ten, one seventy five, with broad shoulders and thick upper back narrowing to a tight waist and nearly washboard abs. Naturally my tan was complete, from my shaved head to my 7 1/2 inch dick. My body was hairier than I would have liked it to have been, but with the deep tan, it all sort of blended in. My vantage point this day was atop one of those Volkswagen sized boulders just at the edge of the breaking surf with a rising tide. Every now and then an incoming wave would slam against the boulder, sending up a foamy blast to interrupt my sea and surf gazing. There was a constant parade behind my perch as bodies of all sizes and shapes in various stages of undress strolled up and down the beach. Not many of the bodies were in the "nine" or "ten" range. This was a New England beach, not the West Coast. Looks might have been important, but they weren't an obsession. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure approaching from my left. It wasn't polite to stare, but I slowly changed my gazing to that end of the beach and got a better look. He was a big, heavily muscled guy, and he was limping. A very stilted gait slowed his progress, but he was headed my way, towel in hand. The towel invaded my space as he tossed it up onto the rock and made his way into the water. It's funny how water changes everything. The slow and painful movements on land transformed into graceful strokes in the surf as his body cut through the waves with a powerful stroke, his butt cheeks glistening just under the surface of the water. He was clearly exuberant and in his element, bobbing and diving playfully. Eventually he headed back to shore, stumbling to gain his balance again on dry land. "That was fucking awesome", he called up to me as he reached up to retrieve his towel from my rock, shaking the water from his shoulder length dirty blonde hair. "You looked like you were really having a blast out there" I replied, my eyes wandering down his breathless, heaving, tanned body. My god, this guys dick and crotch were shaved smooth. Why would anyone do that ? That must itch like hell even it you shave it everyday. A five o'clock shadow in your crotch ? Of course, his eye level from the ground was about at the height of my dick on my rocky perch, so he was in a convenient position to give me the once over as well. I realized that he was speaking to me and caught him in mid-sentence. "--such a drag to have to depend on hitching and public transportation to get here, but I haven't been able to drive since the motorcycle accident." "Are you still undergoing physical therapy to help you with your walking ?" "Yeah, but with a steel rod in my shin, I'll probably always have a bit of a limp. Hey, are you by any chance heading back to the other end of the island ?" "Well, yeah, but not right away." "That's OK, I'm not ready to leave yet. Could I maybe get a ride back with you ?" The little alarm bells began to go off in my head. Psychopathic killer ? Deranged bikey ? I didn't know this guy from Adam. He did seem harmless enough, and he certainly didn't have anyplace for a concealed weapon. The Samaritan in me won out. "Yeah, sure, I'll let you know when I'm ready to go" With that he limped off back to his spot on the beach and I leapt from my rock and went for a long and leisurely stroll down the beach. The view of the cliffs was spectacular. The freedom to walk out in the open in public on a busy beach on a sun-splashed August day without a stitch of clothing was intoxicating. I did my own share of ogling too. You could tell the first timers by the band of white around their middles or the overall shade of sunburn red over formerly white skin. Ouch! The "regulars" all were there as well, with tans as deep as my own, and an air of confidence and camaraderie, truly comfortable in their skin. Dicks were kind of an indicator too. First timer guys are always afraid of getting a hard-on, when in reality their fears usually leave them with shriveled boy- dicks. Nothing exuded confidence more than a loose-swinging hunk of tanned meat, bouncing with each step. I smiled, thinking about my own display , and I finally decided to call it a day and head back to another reality. I stopped by "shaved boy's" spot on the beach on the way back to my own, and said, "Another ten minutes I figure". "OK", he said, "I'll pack up and join you". A few minutes later he had slipped on a pair of cut-offs and t-shirt and joined me as I was folding my beach umbrella. "By the way, I'm Eric" he said, extending his hand. "Dan", I countered. I didn't say much more as we made our way up the beach and headed toward the parking lot. Eric filled me in on the gory details of his motorcycle accident and his subsequent surgeries. I gathered that he was lucky that he could walk at all. At one point the trail to the parking lot narrowed to single file lane. I ended up in front, and I swear that I felt Eric's eyes staring into my broad bare back and the light cotton shorts covering my ass on our trek up hill to the car. I was really having second thoughts about this ride across the island, but I said nothing. I apologized for the condition of the car when we finally arrived at the parking lot. "It's an island car. Nothing too fancy, but it works". "Hey, four wheel drive and a convertible, I'd say it's a perfect island car", Eric noted, tossing his stuff into the backseat and hopping up into the passenger seat. I stowed my gear as well, and we were off. "I'm Eric, by the way" he said, with a little edge in his voice. (of course we had already introduced ourselves, so this was a bit strange) "and I'm bisexual if you want to do anything" Oh, fuck, I thought, what the hell have I gotten myself into here ? This guy clearly wanted more than a ride back to town. OK, how do I handle this? I was the model of calm and control when I finally replied, "No thanks, not today." "Not today or not ever?' "Probably not ever." "You're not going to beat me up or anything, are you?" Wow, that was an interesting twist. He was afraid that after he came onto me like that I was going to go postal on him and punch his lights out. "No, you can relax. Hey, I've been know to play on both sides of the fence myself, but not with total strangers I just met on the beach." I could see him visibly relax, and we settled into a conversation about being single and bisexual on the island. Eric wasn't a bad guy. Once the barriers were down he really opened up to me and told me about his life, probably a lot more than I needed to know. He used to be a driver for one of the trucking companies based on the island, but since the accident he only did warehouse and office work, but they let him live in an apartment above the warehouse as part of his compensation. We pulled up in front of the trucking company. It was a Saturday so the place was deserted. Eric started to get out, and then stopped and shook my hand, a lingering handshake. "Thanks for the ride. You sure I can't change your mind ? You've got a really hot body and a nice dick. I'd really like to suck it. C'mon, come inside with me. Just let me suck your dick. I give really good head. You won't have to do anything." He released my hand from the handshake, but instead of pulling away, he dropped his hand to my lap and groped my dick. "Oh, fuck," I groaned. "Yea, I can see you'd like it. C'mon inside with me." Yup, he had my brain in his hand. A 7 1/2 inch long, hard throbbing brain. My dick was doing all the thinking, and I followed. Eric climbed the stairs to his apartment with remarkable agility. I was the one who was limping this time, impeded by my hard dick sticking down the leg of my shorts. We barely got through the door when he dropped his stuff and fell to the floor, grabbing the elastic waist of my shorts and pulling them down with him. He steadied himself by grabbing the base of my dick and took my cock in his mouth all the way down into his throat in one plunge. I howled. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, Eric you are obviously one incredible cocksucker, but slow down. I'd like it enjoy it for a bit and not pop off after just a few minutes." He pulled off and sat back on his haunches, panting lightly. I reached for his shirt and pulled it up over his head and said, "Here, let me have a look at that body. You're a big guy and I like really big guys." He stood, leaning against my naked form to help himself up, and I ran my hand over his chest. I got to the zipper of his cutoffs and had them off in a flash, exposing that shaved crotch with its now-arching cut dick, a healthy six inch rod. I spied a couch nearby and pushed him in that direction. I sat down and guided him to the floor in front of me. "Now, bring on that good cocksucking, my man." Eric took his time now, teasing the head of my thickly cut dick. I reached down and massaged his broad shoulders and thick neck as he began lightly bobbing up and down, wrapping his tongue around my throbbing pole each time he pulled off. After a few minutes of this I began leaking a steady flow of precum, and he stopped to play with my piss slit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue and pulling away with a silky thread of fluid from my dickhead to his mouth before plunging down again, eventually getting my entire length lodged in his throat. I was really getting into it now, grabbing fists full of his blonde hair, and thrusting upward to meet his downward plunges. This guy really knew how to treat a dick. Suddenly he placed his palm on my abdomen and pushed me downward, pressing me into the couch while he sped up the action, taking full control. His other hand pulled on my low hanging balls, and I felt the index finger of that hand searching my ass slit for the rosebud of my asshole. He found it. Boy, did he find it. He was tugging on my nuts, deepthroating my dick, and plugging my butt with his finger all at the same time. I was in sensory overload. It wasn't long before his finger found my prostate. For every descent of his mouth down on my cock, his finger butted in against my gland. I couldn't hold out much longer with this attack. "I'm gonna shoot soon, so you'd better figure out where you want it", I gasped. Eric pulled off at this, and replaced his mouth with his hand, keeping up his finger assault of my prostate and pumping his fist tightly up and down on my saliva coated cock. "Fuck", I yelled as the first jet of come shot out the head of my dick . I thought I'd pass out as all my energy and consciousness left my body with that pulse of sperm. The first jet went straight up and landed back on Eric's pumping hand, adding additional sticky lube to the handjob. The second stream landed on my belly. I didn't see the rest because Eric plunged back down on my sensitive pulsing head causing me to scream. He treated my dick as a lollipop, a real cum hound, not missing a drop of my seed. "Wow, man, you deliver as promised. That was the most incredible blow job I've ever had on either side of the fence." I panted. "C'mon up and straddle my lap. Let me see what you've got." He didn't waste any time joining me on the couch although he moved with some difficulty, his bulky form finally rose upright in front of me. "Hey, Eric, are you sure they put that steel rod in your shin ? Maybe it moved, `cause I'd swear right now it was in you dick." He giggled a little, breaking the tension of the moment. With that I spit on my hands and grabbed his smooth six inch gun with both hands. He actually did have some stubble around the base, giving it a strange prickly feeling. I was going to need more lube than just spit for this one, or I'd rub him raw, so I began to look around the one room apartment for something to aid in my flogging. I spied a tub of soft butter on the table of the kitchen area and had Eric push aside for a moment while I retrieved it. This was going to get messy, but should really oil the pipes. I grabbed a fist full of the spread, got Eric back into position on my lap and facing me, and grabbed on with both hands. What a glide! He started to get really vocal, a deep groan forming in his throat, rising up to a roar as he began thrusting to join my pistoning hands. I worked with one hand concentrating on his sensitive head, my other well-greased hand sinking lower to his ballsack. I took a page from Eric's stimulation bag of tricks and snuck a finger up his ass. It didn't take much to penetrate him, so I suspected that he wasn't exactly an anal virgin. He began rising and falling, impaling himself on my finger and rising up into my fist around his dickhead. My own dick began to rise again, so I pulled my hand away from Eric's pulsing asshole and grabbed both of our cocks. He settled down in my lap to let me continue the cock-to-cock action, adding his hands to my own. We worked as a team, groaning together, two muscular guys joined at the cock in a knot of hands, writhing in a mass of melted butter. Suddenly Eric stopped and pulled his hands away. I thought he was going to come, and let go of my dick to concentrate on his. He rose up on his knees, steadying himself with one hand on my shoulder and reached down to my 7 1/2 inch rod, moved it into position, and lowered his asshole down onto it, all in one fluid motion. I screamed. He screamed. Time stood still for a moment. Our two bodies were joined as one, pulsing together, throbbing together, a mass of tanned contorted muscle. Eric moved his second hand to my broad shoulders and squeezed with all his might, his teeth clenched to deal with the sensation of my rod planted deep in his ass canal. He began to piston himself up and down on my dick as I tried to focus through the fog in my brain on his still throbbing cock in my hand. "Fuck, fuck, ride it man. Ride my hard dick. That's it, take it all the way up your ass. Get it all. It's hard for you. Use it, man." I urged him on, not that it took much urging. With a throat roar that rose into a scream he collapsed down into my lap as far as he could go, impaling himself deeply on my dick and sending up a stream of cum from his dick. Suddenly cum was everywhere. In my eye, on my chest, on his chest, and finally dribbling all over my hands around his cock. He pushed my hands away from his dick. "Too much, too much," he panted, his dick too sensitive to be even touched as the power of his orgasm began to fade. My dick in his ass couldn't be ignored, and he got back to work, slowly this time, rising and falling in a determined motion, hands back on my shoulders, staring me straight in the eyes. "OK, Dan, got anything left in that dick for my ass? Eric's ass is thirsty and wants your cum. Can you cum for me ? Can you fill me up with your seed ?" His voice was hypnotic, almost a growl. I answered him with an upward thrust that caused him to momentarily loose his balance. A surprised look came over his face and he smiled, as my actions showed that I was ready to rise to the challenge. "Alright, that's more like it. Give it to me. Let me feel it." Eric could be very vocal without a dick down his throat. It was getting me hotter than hell. At one point he was squatting over me, and I was doing the work, thrusting upward to force my own hard steel rod as far as it could go into his muscular ass. Since I had already cum a few minutes earlier, he was in for one hell of a ride, whether he knew it or not. "Move onto your back", I ordered, and he lifted up and off me, rotating to the side and falling back onto the couch. I grabbed his legs by the ankles with one hand, keeping them together, and forced my dick into the slit of his ass in one deep thrust, guided by my other hand. He howled. I pulled his legs apart and wrapped them around my waist like he was a rag doll, moving my hands to his shoulders forcing his upper body down into the couch, his lower body curling upward to meet my thrusts. I wasn't going to last as long as I thought. I slowed my hip dance, but it wasn't doing any good. I could feel a tingle that started deep in my belly and flowed into my balls. "It's gonna be soon", I called, my voice rising almost to a scream. It was at this moment that Eric decided to reach around and plunge a finger into MY asshole. That did it. I did scream, "You fucker!, Fuck, fuck, take it, take it all. I'm filling your ass with burning hot cum, take it you fucker." I pushed in and held, another moment frozen in time as I felt my cock pulsing and releasing its seed deep in his ass tube, his ass lips twitching around the base of my rod, his legs squeezing the air out of my gut, his finger hitting my magic button in my own asshole. I melted like the butter, my bald head falling to his heaving pecs, my dick deflating as it lost its creamy filling. We stayed like that for the longest time before I disconnected and sat back on the couch, playfully fondling Eric's deflated dick. "Wow, man, thanks for the ride", Eric panted. "Which one ?" I asked. We both laughed.