Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2007 17:38:31 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Straight Bars #12

Wow! Guys ' I feel that I haven't met my obligations lately - - it's been
quite a while since my last posting.  but after what happened today, I've
just got to tell you.  (and I'll try to add a few others of what's been
happening in between).

Now let's get the b.s. out of the way.  If you are under 18, or in a
geo-political situation that makes your reading 'gay porn' a felony or
whatever please go click on that 'back' button (or that 'x' in the upper
right corner).  Otherwise, be advised that what you are about to read is
about sex between two legally aged, male, partners.

Also, I'm sure some of you will notice that there is no mention, or use, of
condoms in most of these stories.  That's because they are just stories.
In real life please play 'safe'.


Straight Bars - #9 - The Bike Ride

As a few of you might have guessed, my screen-name does tell the fact that
I live at the Central New Jersey Shore area.  Well, that generally means I
am most often within 5 miles of the ocean and the boardwalks.  The day of
this story, I finished work at noon and, even with the somewhat overcast
sky, I headed over to 'the boards' at Seaside Heights, and stopped in at
one of the bars there overlooking the ocean.

I had ordered my usual 'xxx' light pint' (look when they want to give me a
few free ones, I'll tell you the brand name!) and had only sipped the edge
when a damned hot biker type walked in and sat down right next to me.  Now
there were lots of empty stools at the time, it's a big bar, so it was
curious that he sat on the next one to me on my right.

And you might ask, why did you say 'biker type' well he was wearing the
same black levi's that I was wearing, he had on a grey muscle shirt with
the Harley-Davidson iron cross as I had, but he looked 'biker' and not the
big-bellied type.  Besides, he was wearing the boots versus my boat shoes
!!  (so, guess you can figure that I don't ride a hog yet!)

To get it all out in the open.  I'm 5'10', 195 pounds, with totally s&p
hair, including the stache and goatee (aka a 'VanDyke').  Those of you on
AOL or AIM can check it out in my profile.  Since I'm 56, unfortunately,
the mid-section is beginning to get a bit larger than I like, and the
6-pack has long since begun the transition to more of a keg!  This guy,
however, must have still been in his late 30's or early-to-mid 40's (it's
getting more and more difficult to tell).

He, on the other hand, was still quite 'buff', maybe 6 feet, or an inch or
so taller, with slightly graying brown hair, dark brown eyes, and upper
arms that earned the term 'guns' and just asked to licked and stroked as
they flexed out of the sleeveless shirt.  The hands were wide, and the
fingers long and thick.  C'mon, guys, you know what that means !!!  So,
yeah, I looked.  And the basket was what you would really love to get on
Easter!!!!  The eggs were definitely Grade-A Large or better and that
chocolate bunny was just asking to be chewed on!

About that time the bartender came over and he ordered a pint like mine.
While he was distracted, talking to her, I took the opportunity to do some
more perv'ing, and Peter- junior began to flex against my boxer briefs and
the outside denim.

Suddenly turning toward me, he spoke.  'Hi, I'm Andy,' he said out of the
blue, reaching out with his right hand.

'ummmm... Hi, I'm Peter,' I replied, a bit stunned, as I reached out and
shook his hand.

'You're gay, aren't you?' he continued.

Taken totally aback, I could barely even get my mouth to work.  'unnmmmmm,
Why the fuck would you ask that' I demanded in my most masculine and
confrontive tone.

'Because, my 'gaydar' is never, never wrong,' he continued, ''and' I like
what I'm seeing there.'

By then I know I was beet red -- all over.  I couldn't really deny it ' or
could I' but here I was, the absolute personification of 'a deer in the
headlights'!

I'm not sure what all the thoughts were that were racing through my mind '
the instant denials, the counter thrusts, the fright ' who knows; but
suddenly I felt my mouth open and heard myself say ''and I like what I see,
too.'

That, needless to say, clinched the deal, so-to-speak.  I was 'out' and
'open'.

He raised his glass (also a pint) and I raised mine, clinking them
together.  'To the beach,' he added.

'To warmer, sunnier days at the beach,' I added.

'Cloudy days can have their own warmth,' he continued, as he looked me
eye-to-eye.

'Not that much here,' I said.

'Finish your beer, and let's see what warmer places we can find,' he added.

'Sounds nice,' I said, 'but I'm not sure that would be okay,' I said with
some concern about how fast things seemed to be moving.  Then I added,
'and, besides, right now I've gotta get rid of that last beer.'  Standing
up, I pushed my empty pint glass forward a bit and got up heading to the
men's room.  Damn! He stayed sitting there.

When I got to the restroom, I remembered this place has several urinals
side-by-side without any privacy shields, so I went to the far end and sort
of turned to 'hide' myself.  It took a while for me to finally relax and
start to stream.  Just as I did, I heard the door open and there was
'Mr. Hotbiker' coming in.  He didn't take the far urinal, as most guys
would do, but took the one right next to me, and flopped out a cock 'to die
for' !!!  It was at least 6' soft, and uncut.  He peeled it back and I
could see that it was totally clean ' no cheese or other debris inside that
skin hood ' and the slick, pinkish-bluish-purple, mushroom head just
shining in the light.  My knees buckled !!!  (Hey, by now, if you've read
any of my previous stories, you should all know that I'm totally into the
hooded cobra!)

'Awwww, fuck!' I muttered as I just turned and reached over and grabbed
hold of it with my left hand.  'That's gorgeous,' I gushed.  Then I opened
up completely and added: 'Awwww, fuck, I want to taste that'and have it up
my hole!'

'It's all your's,' he said.  'Now, let's get out of here.  Follow me,
'cause I want to give you what you want, and I want to shoot a hot load up
your hot, tight ass.  Okay''

Never turning down a subtle sweet talk like that, I replied, 'Lead on,
MacDuff,' using some old literary reference I have heard for years.

Stopping briefly at the bar, grabbing the bills that were next to our empty
glasses, and leaving nice tips, we headed back out to the boardwalk.

'Where are you parked?' he asked.

'About 3 blocks down,' I answered.

'What'cha driving?'

'A silver Expedition,' I replied.

'I'm in a black Escalade,' he continued, 'I'll be down to you in a few
minutes.'


I walked back to my car (okay' it's an SUV) and got in, wondering what I
had gotten myself into; but about two minutes after I was there, I saw the
black Caddy slowly go past the street.  I backed out and in a minute or so
was right behind him.  I flashed my lights to let him know I was back
there.

Following along, I was still not too sure that I was doing what I should,
but damned, I was hot, horny, and hoping.  (always remember those 3 H's)

We drove up Hwy 35 north for a couple miles into the 'really summer
residents area' (little houses on both sides between the ocean and the
bay). Then he turned right, toward the ocean, and a couple houses down,
turned into the driveway area.  Needless to say, there was a Harley Softail
parked next to the house.  He really was a biker!

He parked the Escalade, got out, and started to open the house door.  I
pulled in next to him and got out and followed him into the house.

I hadn't even gotten inside the door much before he had already pulled his
shirt off over his head, thrown it to the side, and was pulling mine off
over my head!!!

Next thing I knew, he had pulled me to him, chest-to-chest, my rather
sparsely haired one to his burly, well-haired pecs.  Damn!  That felt
good!!!

His hands that were around my back then dropped and pulled my ass forward
so that our crotches were being ground together.  I went from soft to
violently hard in under a second!!! 'and he matched me!!!  I could feel his
huge, hot, and very hard manhood rubbing into my own.

I knew right then that he was definitely a 'man of action' as he pushed me
back a bit and his hands went right for my belt buckle.  As he hurriedly
opened my belt and began to work on the top button of my jeans and the
zipper, I returned the favor.  In only a few more seconds, my jeans were
open and being pushed down my legs, as were his own.  Stepping out of my
boat shoes, I kicked my jeans off my ankles.

He, unfortunately, had to back away, as he fought his way out of his boots.
Then, there we were, both in nothing but our (equally) grey boxer briefs.

I reached out and cupped his massive tool and that lovely, large pair of
balls.  He should have been a model for underwear.  They may not have sold
a lot of the shorts, but they would sure as shit sell a lot of the
catalogs!!!

'No, not in here,' he mumbled, as he literally picked me up like a baby,
carried me into the bedroom, and tossed me on the bed like I was a 10-pound
bag of flour.  'Here,' he stated.

As he stood over me, he quickly thrust his thumbs into the elastic
waist-band of his shorts, dropped them, and kicked them away, allowing his
now 9-or-so inches of throbbing man flesh to slap up against his abs and
begin leaking its juice into his navel.

Taking his cue, I lifted my ass off the bed and pushed my own shorts down
and off my feet.

The next thing I knew, he was on top of me.  His elbows were on each side
by my shoulders.  His hands were on each side of my head, holding me toward
his face.  His knees were between my thighs, and I could feel his
overheated, dripping cock now beginning to fill my own navel with its sweet
honey.

He leaned forward and kissed me.  Now I have been kissed before ' a lot of
times.  But never never never have I been kissed with the passion and force
of this one!  I thought I would cum on the spot!!

My brain went into a near coma, and I succumbed totally. My lips opened and
allowed him to explore every part and parcel of my mouth ' the tongue, the
teeth, inside the cheeks, the top of my throat, all of it was his for the
taking.  I closed my lips around that master probe, and began to suck on it
like a young calf at a teat, bucking my lips to his in response, as if I
could get more of him inside me.

At the same time, he began to press his cock onto me, riding me and letting
me feel his hot, throbbing manhood as it drove itself against my own
deliriously hard cock and my abdomen, leaving wet, snail trails of man-goo
all over me.

Something in me just snapped and I lifted him as if he were that same small
sack of flour as I had been, and I twisted around under him, until I could
wrap my lips around his leaking cockhead.  That nectar should not be
wasted, dribbling onto my body.  It had to be tasted and enjoyed; and
that's what I did!  And it tasted so sweet, yet with a bit of the salty sea
added.  The up-top brain just stopped working, and now I was running
entirely on the one in the smaller head.

'Unnnnnnggggghhhhhh!' he moaned.

'Ummmmmmm,' I replied around that deliciously dripping and throbbing meat.
C'mon, I do like to suck on a nice cock, but there was something about this
one that made me want to devour it!!!  I swear, if I could have, I would
have swallowed it whole !!!

But there were two equally delicious eggs hanging under that magnificent
tool and they needed some attention as well.  So I did what any good
cocksucker would do.  I lifted off that throbbing fuck stick and swallowed
the left ball.  His ass came up off the bed like it had a rocket underneath
it.

'Awwww, fuck,' he moaned.

I worked my magic on that one, then I switched over to the left side.
There was no way I could get them both into my mouth at the same time,
though I tried for all I was worth!  After washing those beautiful eggs for
a while, I dropped them and wrapped my tongue around the base of his still
throbbing, and now dripping, cock.

About that time, he finally managed to find my own stretched-to-the-limit,
rock-hard cock!  As his warm lips and mouth engulfed its head, I moaned a
deep guttural growl, and my whole body started to shake and quiver.  He
just held it there deep inside his mouth and began to work his tongue and
cheeks to suck my brains and toenails out through the end of my cock!!!

I began working my way up his shaft, feeling that wide tube along the
underside as it responded to my rasping tongue, I got to the top and again
covered it with my warm, wet lips.  Chewing momentarily on the puckered
foreskin, I slipped my tongue inside the sheath and ran it around the
flared edge of his cockhead.  Then I tightened my lips and drove them down
the smooth, pre-cum moistened head, also driving the skin back until it was
tightly held under the lip of his corona, and began to match his sucking
skills.

His ass began to bounce in the air over my head and the next thing I knew
he was skull fucking my brains loose!!  His breath was ragged and he was
moaning and sighing and making all sorts of animal-like sounds.

'Awwww, fuck,' he finally got out.  'That's sooooo damned good, but I want
your ass, man.  I want to fuck your ass!  I want to blow a hot load up
inside you and make you my bitch and feel those little swimmers running all
around inside you.  I wanna mark you and make you mine.  so roll over and
let me in there.'

Now, as you may know from my earlier stories, I've taken a couple of thin
to medium wide 8 to 9 inches ' and a thick 6 ' but this guy was pretty wide
and had to be at least a full 9+ inches of plowshare.  However, as hot as I
was.. and gorgeous at his cock was ' with only half the head now showing
through the stretched foreskin - - I was a goner.  Yeah, remember' I'm a
real bottom, and I wanted to feel that big fucker shoved into my hot,
horny, hungry hole!

...but, 'No,' I said.  'First of all, I'm nobody's 'bitch'!  If you want to
call me a name, call me your 'babe' or your 'hot fuck'.  I may be a bottom,
but don't take a demeaning attitude toward me.  Sure I'm a bit on the
submissive side, but that doesn't give you the right to degrade me!  ' and
I want it from the front.  I want to watch you as I feel it.'

'Okay,' he said, 'if that's what you want.'  With that I rolled over on my
back, lifted my legs up, pulled my knees to my chest, and bared my pucker
to him.

'Awwww, shit, man,' he moaned.  'That's the nicest little hole I've seen in
a long time.  Just let me get it ready.'

With that said, he reached over to the night table and picked up a small
bottle with a pump dispenser on it.  I couldn't read what it said, but
.. then' what the hell.  I just hoped it worked!

The next thing I felt was the cold stuff being fingered into my crack and
then into the edge of the hole itself.  Needless to say, the first reaction
was to slam that little muscle closed!!!  But as he worked it over and over
and things warmed up, the sphincter relaxed a bit and, before long, was
downright hungry again!  'Wide open and all but grabbing,' might be another
way to say it.

'Hey, guy, that's damned sure ready,' he said as he looked me right in the
eye.

'It sure as hell is,' I said.  'Now fuck me!'

Taking me, and my sphincter, at our word, he leaned forward, placed the
showing tip of his half-shrouded cock at my little brownie, and pushed.

Neither of us could believe it at first.  It just slipped in so nicely!!!

'Awwwww, fuck,' he uttered.

'Awwwwww..  fuck ' me!' I responded to his not so unique comment, and he
pressed forward until he was totally hilted in my hot chute.  I felt so
full.  Knowing that he had shoved a full, by now, 10 inches of hot, swollen
cock into me to the hilt!

'Just don't say 'Awwwww fuck',' I added.

'Okay' can I say 'Awwwww shit!'''

'I guess. But that's 'Awwwwwwfully, close' just say 'damn, that's good!'

Here I am with the hottest fuck I've had in years and we're playing word
games!!!  Have I gone nuts'!'!'

Then he started to withdraw and re-insert, slowly moving in and out.  Now
that's called 'fucking'!!!  'and my mind went west ' or south, or
somewhere.  All I know is that my brain was totally out of contact with the
world, and I think his was too.

I don't know how long it was ' two minutes, ten minutes, a half-hour ' it
was just bliss!!

All the while I was rubbing my hands on his burly chest and up and down
those powerful arms, while watching the expressions of his face.
Periodically, he would look down at me and smile, then he would lean down,
kiss me, and then move back up and take on a look of serious concentration.

That man could fuck like there was no tomorrow and I was receiving it the
same !!!  But at some point, I heard him lean forward and whisper in my
ear, 'Here it comes, babe..  I'm gonna spunk your tight little ass with
enough juice to make you Tropicana-of-the- Year.  'Awwwwww, fuck!!!  Here
it cums!!!!'

With that newflash, he arched his back, threw his head back, clenched his
teeth, and rammed that beautiful piece of uncut steel rod all the way to
the hilt.

That time I didn't complain about his lack of vocabulary, I just lifted my
ass up off the bed to get every bit of him inside me as I felt his cock
swell from already-hard-enough- to-drive-nails to near-exploding'then it
did!  It exploded once, then twice, then'..  that fucker shot 9 swells of
ball juice into me!!!!  I swear, I'll be shitting his cum until next
Columbus Day !!  I felt every one of his bullets as it splattered against
the walls of my fuck chute.  They were big, and they were damned hot !!!  '
he was moaning and just shaking all over as he filled my guts with his
spunk.

'Oh, shit!  Oh, fuck! Oh, damn!' I kept repeating as he pumped me full of
his love juice.  My ass was rising to his every thrust and sucking out
every drop that might have been in those big fat balls!

Oh'damn!! That is sooooo good!' I screamed.  'Give it to me!  Give me every
fucking drop you got inside there!' I continued as I felt him begin to slow
down and fall down onto me.  'Yeah, baby, I want every drop of that mean
biker cock juice.'  My ass was still working to suck out the last drop.

As he finally flopped down on top of me and relaxed, I realized that there
was a lake of cum between us (and we both knew where that came from).  It's
not that often that I get the cum fucked out of me ' and damned sure less
often that I don't even realize it, but..

Anyway, we lay together for a while ..

'and then, as these things go, we got up, cleaned up, and .. well .. I went
back to my car and drove away.  He didn't offer his 'card', so neither did
I.  I had to figure that he was another of the North Jersey guys down for
the day ' and if we're lucky' we'll meet (meat') again.  'but I'm happy for
today!

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