=========================================================================== BBS: First Impression BBS Date: 08-18-93 (08:18) Number: 22276 From: ZIGGY Refer#: NONE To: ALL Recvd: NO Subj: HITCHIKER Conf: (103) FANTASY --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Following is a piece of fiction. All characters are adults, all situations are fantasy. The Hitchiker The ride from Calgary to Vancouver on my Harley was long haul. It was a hot day, but my bare chest under my leather riding jacket was cooled by the wind. My armpits were sticky with sweat. The smell of gasoline, sweat and leather would mix and mingle in my nose. In the distance, after the Banff turnoff, was a dark figure at the side of the road. I slowed to get a better look, and the young man put out his thumb. I pulled over on the shoulder, and looked in my handlebar mirror, as the hitcher ran up the road toward me. He was wearing a headband, leather jacket, jeans, T-shirt. He said "thanks for stopping. Could you gimme a lift to Golden?" I gazed at him briefly, through my mirrored glasses, dismounted and detached the spare helmet from the bike. "Put this on", I said, as I handed him the helmet, and remounted my bike. He did as requested, and hopped on the pillion seat behind me. "Have you ever ridden pillion before?" I asked. "Sure have", he responded. "Do you mind if I hold on to you?" "OK with me, hold on, or hold the seat strap", I said. I fired up the engine, and within a few moments we were at 110kmh. I could feel him fumbling behind me to get hold of the seat strap, then his arms wrapped around my waist as the acceleration pulled at him. Part of his hand brushed against my flat tummy, where the zip of my jacket left off. I could see the lad's handsome features, in my rearview mirror. He was gazing over my shoulder. He looked to be about 21, a few day's growth of hair on his chin. As we sped on, he pulled in quite close, and made no attempt to move his hands that jiggled from the bike's motion, from my bare belly. The throb of the engine, and the warmth of this youth, started a stirring down the left leg of my leather pants. My cock was rising and trying to raise itself against the tight restraint of my pants. Behind me, I imagined, or did I feel, a hot warmth at my backside. Was he getting hard too? We rode on for a few hours. The lack of conversation was pleasant. It is hard to talk with the wind blowing, and our ears covered with helmet. My bladder was starting to strain, and I pulled over to the side of the highway. "time for a piss", I stated bluntly. I took off my helmet, and strode down through the ditch, and up the other side to a spot in the pine trees. The youth followed, like a little puppy, and stood beside me. I reached in my leather pants, and hauled out my cock. A bright yellow stream cascaded out of me, on to the forest floor. The hitcher stood, holding his dick, but didn't seem able to piss. I glanced at his cock, then up at his eyes. "Pee shy?", I smiled, putting my own cock away. "I, uh guess so," he replied as he gazed briefly at his mirrored image in my glasses, then looked back down at his swelling dick. I stood, calmly, not speaking, as the tension in his penis increased. It was a gorgeous cock, white as chalk, in contrast to the bit of dark pubic hair that surrounded the base. "It seems to have a mind of it's own", he mumbled embarassedly. I didn't reply, but reached over and took his hand from it. I squeezed it hard in my manly hand. The glans swelled, turning from a light pink to a deepening red. His knees started to quiver, as he battled the yearning of his member. "Relax", I assured him, as my stroking became more intense. ... to be continued Copyright August 1993, Ziggy ___ X SLMR 2.1a X --- Maximus 2.00 * Origin: The Rainbow Connection (1:134/172) =========================================================================== BBS: First Impression BBS Date: 08-18-93 (08:18) Number: 22277 From: ZIGGY Refer#: NONE To: ALL Recvd: NO Subj: HITCHIKER PART TWO Conf: (103) FANTASY --------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Hitchiker Part two The hitcher's dick was now totally erect. It arced out of his button flys, pointing up and slightly to the right. It felt like it was ribbed, it was so rigid. "Oh that feels good", he moaned. I removed my hand from his stiff one, and grabbed the top of his jeans. I spun him around to face me, and I put my big leather covered arms around his shoulders. I could feel his hardness poking into my leather covered groin. I grasped the hair on the back of his head, and kissed him forcefully. "oh, man, oh", light sighs and whispers came from him, as I removed my lips from his, and scaped his youthful face with my whiskers. His hands undid the zipper on my jacket, and reached in to play with my tits. I grabbed the back of his head again, and forced his face on to my big chest. He sniffed, licked and chewed at my flesh. He traced a pattern from my tits to my armpits, licking the salty sweat that was running down my side. I took my jacket off, and he said "mmmmmh", as I lifted my muscular arm to expose my big smelly pit. He dived in, sniffing, licking and savouring my sweat and leather scent. He continued sucking and kissing his way down my body, and undid the buttons on my leather pants. He was on his knees, as he reached in and pulled out my big hairy dink. The foreskin of my cock was retracted, from the excitement. I pulled some stray hairs out of the skin, which was bunched up behind the head. I put my hand on his head, aimed my pecker, and thrust it deep into his mouth. "Mmmpf" he gurgled as he fought not to choke. Both hands cradled his head, as I humped and fucked his face. I finally let go of his head, he panted, "gosh, I sure would like this monster up my butt". I reached down to my jacket, and pulled a safe out of my pocket. I handed it to him, and didn't say a word. He unwrapped the condom, and gently unrolled it on to my shaft. I held the foreskin back, as he did so. He stood up, and slipped out of his shoes, and jeans. His white skin was smooth and almost hairless. He placed my jacket over a log, and lay on top of it, his bum up in the air. The crack was parted, revealing some dark hair around the opening, and a cute little pink pair of butt lips. I spat on the crevice, and lubed up the entrance, allowing my finger to slip briefly inside his dark hotness. I slowly took my finger out, spat again on his butt, and on my hand, which I rubbed on my sheathed weapon. I put the tip of my enormous dick at the entrance to him. I slowly eased it in, feeling the muscles contract initially, then relax to admit my cock. The tightness and the warmth, sent ripples of pleasure down my shaft to my balls. The hitcher's moans of pain turned to pleasure as he became accustomed to my size. I gradually increased the pace, and the depth of my thrusts. We breathed together with my rhythm. Quicker and quicker until I could feel that I was on the brink. Two more strokes out of rhythm, and bang! The head of my cock swelled inside him, my load raced up from my nuts and fired hot sperm into the sheath in his hot bum. He moaned and groaned as I fell on top of him. Sweat and leather and sexual scents assailed my senses. I withdrew slowly, and helped him to get out of his awkward position draped over the log. He stood briefly and stroked his still rigid dick. Then he fell to his knees, and started to lick the tops of my boots, masturbating all the while. He licked all the way down over the toe of my boot, then rolled over on to his back, oblivious to the branches, and needles on the forest floor. He was masturbating furiously, gazing up at me, as I unrolled the used rubber from my cock. I looked down at him, and turned the condom inside out, dripping the gooey contents on to his face. Squirt after squirt fired out of his gun, the first on the forest floor, the rest in shorter arcs on his chest and tummy. He looked a nice mess, as he lay beneath me. I helped him up, once he had rested briefly. His back was covered with pine needles, and dirt, his t-shirt patchily wet with come, his face also spotted with my sperm. I smiled at his state. "There sounds like there is a stream nearby, I guess you should wash off a bit", I grinned, took off my glasses, and planted a long passionate kiss on his salty sticky face and lips. Copyright August 1993, Ziggy ___ X SLMR 2.1a X --- Maximus 2.00 * Origin: The Rainbow Connection (1:134/172)