Date: Fri, 24 Jul 2009 12:29:01 +0000 (GMT)
From: nickwib@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Heading West 1

We were heading out West.
There used to be a rest area in back there, I said.
Yeah, said Chad, I remember it.
When did they get rid of it?
Dunno.
Well, it was there last August.
Tell me about it.

We had been together three weeks.  Part of the deal was we would tell
each other the truth, the whole truth, etc.



I had stopped by the area around 10, a warm evening with a full moon and a
light breeze. There were already nine cars and a bike parked when
I drove in.  Nobody around, so I figured they were all in the old
corrugated shed, and I wandered over.  Well, the three cubicles on
the left were certainly busy; then there was a couple, one with his
T-shirt round his neck, the other chewing on his tits.
Over on the right at the open urinal three guys were elbow to elbow.  What
really held my eye was a tall, dark, swarthy man standing against the back wall
He had his hands on another guy's head pulled tight between his legs and was
moving has hips real slow with a far away expression in his eyes.

The other guy was bent over with his hands on the man's hips. Not
kneeling or squatting, just bent over. My hand wandered down the
seam of his jeans. He had a great arse, firm and well formed.
I like something mature and meaty. Soon both my palms were around his cheeks
and my fingers were working into his firm flesh. I bent over his
back and reached under his waist for his belt buckle.  Then the
top button.  He was quite young, I could tell from the line of neck
below his thick black hair. I got hold of the zip and I worked it down as he
adjusted to make it easier for me.

I knelt behind him and eased his jeans down so slowly.
As I lowered the waistband, I leant forward and put my lips just
below his spine where the cheeks divide, and my tongue flicked
into the salty gap smelling of old leather. Soon the jeans were
down to his knees.  He had firm thighs with a light coating of
soft black hair.  His cheeks curved out towards me. I spread my
hands over the curves with my thumbs along the line of his crack
and lowered my face as I opened the spread.  I glanced up and saw
the big man watching closely through half closed eyes.  His gyrations
were growing firmer.  Whatever he had must have been buried throat deep.

I let the tip of my tongue circle the hole. It was tight.  I
laid the whole tongue on it and licked firmly up and down
until I felt it relax.  I was struggling to get his cheeks to
open further but the jeans around his knees held his legs too
close.  I glanced down and saw his boots had Velcro fastening.
What the hell.  I reached down and pulled back the
strap and eased his right foot out, then I pulled the jeans down
to his ankles and got his foot through the leg and back into his
boot.

Once free, he adjusted his stance and I spread him wide.  Back
went my face and my tongue slithered and licked its way deep
inside. He was wide open now and as my hands kneaded his cheeks,
I let myself get lost inside him.

The big man's rhythm was changing, he began firmly face fucking
the guy.  I could feel the thrusts pushing his arse further in my
face.  With each push the big man made, I thrust back harder with my
tongue.

Soon I heard the big man breathing hard through clenched teeth.
Ahh.ahh..ahhhh. Then a long sssshhhhhhhhhhhhh and he was spent.

As he began to pull away I knew I would have to leave this
warm dark place where I could have stayed forever. Slowly,
lingerngly I withdrew my tongue.

The big man zipped up and was gone.  As my guy slipped his leg
back in his jeans and fastened his boot, he turned, put his hand
under my chin and bent down.  His mouth closed over mine and we
shared the big guy's load.

Next he stood foursquare in front of me, put his hands on my head
and brought my mouth onto a raging cock. I hardly saw it before
it was down the back of my throat. He held my face hard against
him.  I moved my tongue below his throbbing muscle and in seconds
there was a heady pulse of thick warm cum.

He ran his fingers lightly through my hair. Then he was gone out
the door.  I followed and watched him put on a helmet and swing
his leg over the wide seat of the bike.   The engine kicked and
he wove towards me, for a moment his helmet turned my way, his
vizor shining in the moon.  Then he was off, his back leant forward,
his hips spreading over the seat.  I heard the engine pause at the exit
and then roar into the distance.  I listened to the fading sound until it
was just an echo in my mind.

What would I not have given to be the seat of that bike!


Nick  nickwib@yahoo.co.uk