Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2024 12:36:41 -0400
From: Just Looking <18091809d@gmail.com>
Subject: Desert Biker Chapter 1, Encounters

Desert Biker

Wide open, desolate, and hot; everything bakes under the unrelenting sun
in the American Southwest.  I squinted down the two-lane highway,
listening for several minutes for any other traffic, but there was none.
I'd stopped at the side of the road and taken a leak in the sagebrush
that threatened to overgrow the small concrete picnic table, shaded with
a flimsy aluminum shelter.  I sat on the warm bench and unwrapped my
lunch that I'd bought at a convenience store several miles up the road.

The sound started as a whisper, barely louder than the wind rustling
through the brush, but it got louder as he approached.  The familiar put
put put of a motorcycle.  I saw him crest the hill and then watched him
approach the little rest area.  He slowed down and eyed me.  An older guy
with a bushy gray beard and full riding leathers.  I gave him a quick
wave and then looked down to my lunch.  The sound receded, but then got
louder.  A couple hundred yards down the road, he'd turned and was
headed back.  I sat up straight and gulped the bite that was in my
mouth.

The biker pulled in behind my car and pressed the kick stand down,
settling his bike just on the edge of the hot asphalt, making sure it
wouldn't tip over.  "Howdy," he said, a low rumble. I nodded at him,
fascinated at this large, burly guy, covered in black leather.  It felt
like a mirage.  He stepped over to the same bush that I'd used and
fumbled with his crotch until I heard a zipper pull down and then a long
"Ohhhhhh!" he sighed.  His piss splashed the dirt and sounded like
someone had turned on a hose.  I snuck a peek but wasn't able to see
anything.  After several seconds, he stopped and tucked himself back
inside his pants.

"Middle of nowhere," he grunted while looking around.  I agreed.  He
asked me my name and I told him.  "I'm Jeb," he said, and stuck out
his hand.  It was large and rough, the hands of a man who worked for a
living.  He kicked a rock out of the way and sat down across from me on
the bench.  We made small talk for a bit and he asked me what I was doing
out there.  "Just trying to figure some shit out," I admitted.  He
smiled as if he knew what I meant.  "Old lady problems?" he asked.
"Not exactly," I said.  He smirked a little and said, "Boyfriend
problems?"  "That obvious?" I asked.  We talked a bit more, seeming to
get more comfortable with each other.  "Aren't you hot in all that?" I
asked, looking up and down at his riding leathers.  "You get used to
it," he asked, but at the same time, unbuttoned his jacket, letting his
big beer belly out.  The logo of a motorcycle company stretched across
his chest and belly.  I stared a bit too long.

He stood up and pulled his jacket off and laid it across the table.  Jeb
towered over me, blocking the sun.  His hand moved down to his crotch,
and he squeezed himself.  "You wanna help me out with this?" he asked.
I nodded that I did and reached across the table.  He laughed a little
and told me to be patient.  "We could use my car," I offered, thinking
we could take advantage of the roomy backseat.  He shook his head.
"Nah, this'll work out here, ain't nobody around."  Jeb stepped
around the picnic table, and I swung my leg over the bench. He stood in
front of me and looked down, his blue eyes twinkling.  I reached out and
stroked his bulge which filled out his leather pants.  "It's big!" I
observed.  He smiled again and started to undo his pants.  He pulled his
long, cut cock out, and pulled his zipper wide, showing me a full bush of
silver hair.  I moved in and licked his head.  I tasted the saltiness of
his piss and the muskiness of his crotch and the leather.  "That's
right!" he grunted and pushed me down on him. He wasn't fully hard yet
and I was able to take him most of the way in.  He sighed and told me how
good I felt.  I slobbered on him for several minutes, intoxicated with
the smell of him and the cold metal of his zipper pressed against my
face.  "Let me do you," he said, which surprised me.

I pulled off him and looked up, questioning.  "Get on the table, and
I'll do you," he said.  I got up quickly and tugged at the cord holding
my shorts.  They dropped around my ankles.  He smiled and helped me pull
them over my shoes, leaving me nude from the waist down.  "Mmmm," he
moaned and licked his lips.  My bare ass pressed against the warm
concrete, and he spread my legs and dove in.  He took me all the way and
I bucked up, surprised at how good he felt.  I felt his bushy beard
tickle my balls and I told him over and over how good he felt.  His spit
traced down and dripped onto the bench below me.  Jeb fondled my balls
with his hand and worked the spit into me.  "I like that!" I told him.
Jeb moved his finger lower and pressed against my hole.  As if waiting
for my permission, he paused.  I moved my ass closer to the edge and
opened my legs.  "Look at me," he said.  I opened my eyes and looked
down. Jeb's kind face smiled up at me, the creases across his face
deepening.  He licked my head and then pushed his finger in. I stared
down at him and moaned.  He pushed in about halfway and I told him I
couldn't last much longer.

Jeb stood up and with his finger still inside me, squirmed it around a
little and held our dicks together with his other hand.  "Let me know
when you're close," he said.  I told him within seconds that I was
about to cum.  Jeb moved back down and held my cock right in front of his
face.  He worked my prostate with one finger and jerked me off.  My back
arched and I started to cum. The first shot sprayed his face and the next
shot into his beard followed by several more.  As I started to come down,
Jeb opened his mouth and gently sucked the rest out of me, and pursed his
lips, letting it flow out of his mouth and into his beard.

"Fuck! That was amazing!" I told him. Jeb smiled at me and then stroked
his beard, working my cum into the wiry, silver, beard.  I realized
Jeb's finger was still inside me and I moaned when he moved it around.
"You like ass play?" he asked.  I nodded.  The thought of getting
fucked out here on this picnic table on the side of the road was starting
to become very tempting.  "Can I use your jacket?" I asked.  He
shrugged as if unsure what I was asking.  I got up and let him slip out
of me.  I spread his black leather jacket over the table and then bent
over it, submitting to him.  Jeb chuckled and said, "You're a wild one,
aren't you?"  "Put your finger back in me," I begged him.  Jeb moved
behind me and spread my cheeks.  His tongue darted against me, and I
ground against his face.  When he thought I was wet enough, he slipped
his finger back in.  He pressed and pressed until I felt every knuckle
open me up.  I moaned and felt myself getting hard again.  We both heard
the sound and waited.  A car was coming and was getting closer. Jeb
pulled out and sat back, as if there was nothing naughty going on.  I
didn't have time to move, and the car whizzed by, no doubt getting an
eyeful of my bare ass up in the air.  We saw the driver tap his brakes,
but he kept going.

"We better hurry up," Jeb said.  He stood up and walked over to his
motorcycle, not bothering to cover himself, his long cock, dangling out
of his pants.  He pulled a small bottle out of a bag on the side of the
motorcycle and brought it over and showed it to me.  "This'll help if
you're down for it," he said and showed me the bottle of lube. I smiled
at him and then pulled my cheeks apart.

The lube was nice and warm as it oozed down my crack. Jeb's finger
slipped in easier this time and I asked him to fuck me.  He chuckled and
then stroked more lube onto himself.  "You ready?" he asked me.  His
large cock head was pressed against me, and I nodded.  Jeb eased himself
forward and I felt him push in.  "Oh yeah!" I breathed out, letting him
penetrate me.  Jeb held onto my shoulders, and he pressed in.  I opened
around him and felt him push against my prostate.  "You feel amazing!"
I moaned.  He grunted in satisfaction.  Jeb's right hand moved under my
t-shirt, and he pulled at my nipples.  While rhythmically fucking me, his
hand wandered down my stomach and found my cock.  "Cum with me!" he
said and started to stroke me with his lubed hand.  I was close and could
cum anytime, so I moaned, "Just say when!" Jeb stroked me with one hand
and played with my nipples with the other, all the while pushing and
pulling in and out of me.

Between the slapping of Jeb against me and our moans, we barely heard the
sound of the car coming.  I didn't want him to stop. Jeb was picking up
steam.  "Hurry!" I begged him and Jeb buried himself fully in me
causing me to yelp.  "Now!" He grunted.  His hand clutched my cock and
just as I felt him swell inside me, I unloaded on his leather jacket.
Jeb grunted and fucked me quickly and then just as the car was within
sight, he pulled out and let go of me.  I collapsed onto his jacket and
let my breath out.

The car sped by and we were alone again.  "Thanks," I sighed, satisfied
and still plastered on top of his jacket on the table.  He chuckled and
said, "That was a trooper, we better get going."   I quickly handed Jeb
his jacket and apologized for the mess I'd made on it. He shrugged and
told me it wasn't a big deal.  "Really though, we need to get out of
here," he said and leaned forward.  My lips met his and I could taste my
cum on his lips.  He slipped his tongue into my mouth and then squeezed
my thigh before letting go.

Jeb tucked his wet cock back into his pants and pulled his coat back on.
He kissed me one more time and then got on his motorcycle, revved it
loudly and sped off in a cloud of dust.  I found my shorts, covered in
dust under the table and pulled them on over my wet, used ass.  I wanted
to follow Jeb and beg him to fuck me again, but that thought was
interrupted.  A brown police cruiser crested the hill and was headed down
the highway.  My heart started to race as he slowed down, pulled a U-turn
and pulled in front of my car, blocking me in.

To be continued.