jmidas@aol.com Jeff Midas (AJ) Interracial, True story "Dirt Bike Camp"
All the characters and events in this story are based on true events. Names have been changed to protect identities. Any resemblance to real people, either living or dead, is entirely unintentional.
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Dirt Bike Camp
Motorcycle dirt bike racing comes in many forms and off-road racing brings out a special breed of men, men who like rough and tumble dangers, speed and men who don't mind getting dirty, sloppy mud dirty sometimes. It's also a smart guy's kind of racing that tests the cerebral side of a man.
My buddy, Josh, and his son, Brandon and I were definitely among this group of men.
Josh, a handsomely rugged black man, was 39 at the time of this encounter. He was very athletic and lean with good definition, infectious smile and was just a hot, sexy, black man. Josh is also straight, at least that's how we had bonded as friends with him straight and him knowing I was gay. Didn't matter that I was because we just hit it off over the years as good friends sometimes do. We loved dirt bike racing.
Josh's wife is white and they had a son, Brandon, who recently turned 19 and also into dirt bikes. The racial mix was incredibly kind to Brandon who had flawless caramel complexion, his dad's muscular build and according to Dad, he was packing. Josh enjoyed mentioning that sometimes with pride that, apparently, Brandon had quite the man tool. Girls chased him but he had no steady. Dad joked that he seemed to go off and unload 6 or more times a day, just a horny man still living at home while he attended college in middle Georgia.
Me, Jeff, was 31 at this time and a fairly talented, typical white dirt biker with a good body and decent dick. I had much better ass though than I had dick. Atypical though for this group, I am gay. I didn't hide anything but the subject just never came up around other riders. I'm sure some knew but it was just not an issue. There was definitely an air of respect.
The bike races were held throughout the south but generally in the middle of nowhere. It usually required hauling your own accommodation whether it be a tent and truck or 40' motorhome. Everyone fell somewhere within and along this spectrum.
Josh had an adequate pull behind trailer with twin beds on either side in the back and a 3rd bed could be made up in the front, a perfect arrangement for him, Brandon and me. We used it for a few years consistently and pulled it with my old GMC dually that also hauled the bikes. It was a good arrangement.
Being a mostly guy event, it was common to dress and later strip off the gear and mud in full view. Modesty was rare. I enjoyed that when I could catch glimpses of some hot bikers in the buff. Definitely the manhood stirred when Josh was dressing or stripping. He also slept nude in his bunk across from mine every night at the events.
Josh was nicely endowed himself and I could only imagine him fully rock hard. I'd seem him semi hard a few times with morning wood and that was impressive.
All this leads me up to the events this past April when we met up for a race in Alabama, a 4-hour ride away.
Josh had traded the trailer for a newer model with a little more space and nicer features.
Josh was excited to show it off and it looked great, not new, but definitely in good shape. But there was a big change in the bed arrangements. There were no rear bunks like before and in its place, a queen size bed. My thoughts raced about how this would work out but surely Josh had thought this through.
Fast forward to some farm land in rural Alabama where the local club staged the race we came to run. The day ends and we ready for bed as we wanted to be fresh for the morning ride. Josh was not bashful and we moved into position to bed down.
Josh stripped as usual bearing all he was blessed with and I did similarly. Josh took a moment to acknowledge the new bed and said, "Hey, we've been in the back of the old camper for years and damn near sleeping together so this should work out. Let's just do it. We got trails to ride tomorrow."
This sounded good to me and relieved some of my anxiety about how this would work. On the other hand, keeping myself from visions of a hot man in the same bed with me became hard to control so I hopped in quickly to cover up.
Lights went out and while in the bed, I could feel the heat from his body lying next to mine. Other bikers could be heard still rambling around outdoors and some music played not too far away. All was good and eventually I fell off to sleep.
Somewhere in the night though, I woke again to only hear the sounds of crickets and frogs outside. Brandon snored lightly in the front of the trailer but Josh was fairly still, just breathing heavily in my direction. He had turned toward me in the night and I could feel his breath.
I laid there taking in the night, the heat and allowed my imagination to race.
Trying to be very still and not awaken Josh, I sensed something touching me. I hadn't noticed earlier because it was a very light touch, so light that I wondered if I only imagined it. But it was real.
Josh had a hard on and his dick was barely, ever so lightly, touching my butt. But surely, he was asleep as there was no other sound or motion. But the touch became more prominent, pushing against me. Was this real or imagined? Was he just dreaming and I got in his way? The wrong assumption or action on my part could spell disaster for our friendship and arrangements.
I was scared to react. This could be disastrous too with his son, now a man, just a few feet away who I could hear to be in a sound sleep. What to do? What to do!!
My inner panic faded as a most deliberate movement of that hard, black dick in my direction gave every indication of intent. The head had taken aim. Damn!!
After moments that seemed like hours, I moved ever so gently so my ass was in position to confirm intent or dispel my over active imagination. I was sweating now with anxiety. To my disbelief, the dick pressed harder. The potential intent of intrusion was becoming clear. God help me if I was wrong!
I pushed backwards.
I was met with forceable intent. This was real and not a dream gone wild! My hung, straight black bud wanted to intrude, to fuck me!
I reached around, held my breath, and circled his manhood with my hand. It was more than rock hard, it was like hot steel, and the veins distinct and pulsing. It was slick with lube and deliberate plans were unfolding.
My brain was about to explode because I could neither believe it nor imagine this ever happening. It was then that his strong, right hand grabbed my right hip while his left hand grabbed my shoulder. The leaking head of that hot tool was pressing between my cheeks. He was in position to take me and he knew, without ever asking, that I wanted it. He knew. I could feel that he knew.
As he held me in place, he slid past my sphincter and proceeded ever so slowing to bury his big dick in my ass. It felt incredible. It was hot. I wanted every inch and slowly, ever so slowly, got it all.
Josh, with his body pressed against mine, whispered into my ear, "My friend, I've always wanted to take you and let you feel my attraction for that hot ass of yours. I'm going to fuck you good, damn good, right here and now."
He began to do just that. He pumped my ass with that big cock and held me close, tight, like a wrestler who was going to win the pin. I could feel the veins and the mushroom head slide in and out. He nearly withdrew the head with each stroke and shoved in back in. Josh was strong and that command of my body was overwhelming, intoxicating. He pumped that dick over and over, hard and deep, but appearing gentle enough to not disturb Brandon at the other end of the camper.
It wasn't a house; it was a camper where there are few secrets. But he continued the thrusts as my prostate savored every pulse edging me closer to coming as did Josh. I could tell Josh was getting close and he had maneuvered himself on top me. I remained pinned, prostate on the bed, as he exploded in my ass.
Repeatedly I could feel his cock pulse and a hot surge of batter shooting into my guts.
Incredible!
We were both panting and soaking in the experience as he slid off of me back to my side. I laid still, face down, still panting and soaking in the reality of what had just happened. Wow.
I was looking at his dark, handsome face barely lit in the near total darkness, eyes locked, when something unbelievable happened. My very being was both startled and shocked, almost horrified, when two strong hands pushed me to stay in the position on the bed.
Josh spoke, "You up for it?"
My god! I couldn't speak but Josh did.
"Take it. He wants you. He allowed me to get you ready. You up for it?"
It was sinking in what was about to happen as Brandon kept his hands on my shoulders and laid his lean, hot body against mine and his huge cock laid poised to explore my ass. His heavy balls lay against my legs and a vision of him was burning into my imagination.
I didn't have a choice. Both knew my answer without having me utter a sound. I spread my legs and raised my ass to meet the challenge.
Josh had certainly opened me up but Brandon was bigger. His cock stretched my hole and I could feel the painful giving in of my guts as he buried it. At first, I could hardly breathe but as he gently began to pump my ass, my hole accommodated. Pain turned to pleasure. My prostate was abused and my dick so hard it stayed on the edge of exploding for a while.
Brandon has inherited the best of his dad with the mushroom head and thick, pulsing veins that could be felt with each stroke. These were longer strokes from a bigger dick. Josh shoved some poppers under my nose which I gladly inhaled deeply. In my haze like trance, Brandon stepped up his pace. Damn!! The youthful, sexual vigor, of this stud was unbelievable.
Brandon exploded and his grasp on my shoulders nearly painful. I forgot how much a youthful cock could pump out and surely, I was overflowing with cum.
Brandon lay on top of my back for a few moments while our sweat glued us together. The smell of sweat and cum was so damn hot and intoxicating. Another wow for the night!
Brandon didn't get up and continued for a few extra moments to lay there and then said in my ear, "Round one, done. That's good ass and I'm not ready to quit. The next load will be even better. I promise."
I didn't even notice that Josh had gotten up and was either outside or in the front of the camper now. I heard a glass click with ice as he savored the evening with a cocktail.
Brandon flipped me over as he explained for me to get on my back. He slid a pillow under my ass to position my hole for another assault.
His cock had not deflated one bit from the first round and was ever bit as hard and pulsing. The head slid in amidst the oozing of two previous loads of cum lubricating what would be the finale for this night.
With his cock fully embedded and pumping my hole, he leaned in to kiss me and tongue my throat, to enhance the passion. He wanted to explode bad and every fiber of his athletic being mustered the energy and seed to do it with more force than the first time.
"Geez awe mighty!" I hollered as my prostate betrayed my hold on sanity and I exploded between us. It was incredible beyond anything I'd experienced before with a man. And this man was only 19.
He was right when he said earlier, this round would be better and it was.
My thoughts got away from me as I tried to grasp how we all moved forward from here. Me being the object of lust from two men, a father and son, two men I knew well. I had no idea what desires had laid hidden. Who else knew? Who else had they done? It wasn't really a three-way, just two men each having his way with me. Would anything be normal again? What should I expect?
Biking solved all those questions as we decided to get some sleep. Each had to clean up in some way but we bedded down with smiles. Only comments were about it being damn good and each agreed that it would be a damn good ride in the morning. It was a good ride and the trails were great. Afternoon came, we loaded up, cleaned up and headed home. Again, although I anticipated awkwardness, it was absent. We joked, reviewed every trail, every rider and every bike. Couldn't wait to hit the trails again but that would be a couple of months from now.
Parked the camper back at Josh's place and unloaded bikes. Gave some hugs, waves to the wife and just as I was about to pull out, Brandon gave me an extra-long grin and a wink. Out of sight from his dad, Brandon whispered, "I want to see you soon, man, very soon."
It was the first tangible reference to our extra activities of the weekend. That thought kept me distracted for the 30-minute ride to my place, a small place with some land where I had a big shed for the bike and workshop. Unloaded the last of everything and parked the dually.
Over two weeks went by and my cell phone buzzed, unknown caller. Ummm... I don't usually answer unknown calls but took a chance. It was Brandon.
"Hey man! Hope you don't mind but got your number from Dad in order to ask a favor."
We had never exchanged numbers but I now had his too.
"Shoot. What can I do for ya?"
"Me and a bud or two from campus are planning a camping/bike ride weekend starting Friday on a friend's farmland up near Rome, GA. Dad can't go, and, if we cover your gas, food and beer, would you be interested in pulling the camper and bikes up that way for us. Of course, we want you to join us for the whole weekend. I covered everything with Dad and he says it's up to you. Totally up to you. Neither of us want you to feel obligated to baby sit some college boys but it could be a great weekend."
"One day I'm going to get my own heavy-duty truck, but to be honest, I'm thankful for the excuse to ask you. Seriously, this is a lot to ask and it's on rather short notice so I will totally understand if you can't."
Intrigued, I asked, "So, who are your buds and who owns the land we're going to visit? I'm not interested in being a chaperone and sure you understand that. Me being a little older than you guys can, well, just be a little awkward. Can you give me more details?"
"For sure, Jeff, you'd fit right in. Believe me. One is a 2nd year sophomore, 21 or 22, I believe and the couple who have the land, actually their grandfather's land, are 28 and 29 as best I can recall. You're 31 so, really, you'd fit right in. No chaperoning. I promise!!"
"Trust me. You'll be one of the gang and definitely fit right in. We all love biking. Should be a fun weekend. You will fit in more than you know." I couldn't come up with a reason to say no and wondered what the weekend might hold in store including maybe another session with Brandon. That alone made me say "yes" and plans were settled. The details were up to the group and I'd go along.
At Josh's place, I picked up Brandon and his sophomore buddy, Kamal, along with their bikes. No doubt in my mind, Brandon knew that I'd be taken with Kamal. I nearly creamed in my pants when I laid eyes on him and shook hands.
"Kamal, you must play football and I'm guessing, wide receiver, lean and fast."
"Pretty good guess, Jeff, yep. Hoping to apply to a bigger school next season if all works out. It's a lot of work but I love the sport and doing pretty good."
I could only imagine Kamal stripped to nothing but I couldn't be obvious about it. His loose jersey couldn't completely hide the definition in his arms and chest well. The muscles were tight and defined. He was amazingly hot and he was handsome to boot. Beautiful teeth, short dreads, smooth completion but darker than Brandon's, maybe more like Josh. I had no idea if he had any inclinations like Brandon did or if he had any idea about Brandon or anything about anything! I almost went too far with my stares and awe of his physique so I kept it to football as best I could.
Brandon rode shotgun and Kamal loaded up in the back behind him. Eventually we escaped the evening traffic and made it out to the rural parts of NW Georgia. I expected the "couple" we met up with to be male/female but it was a guy couple, Karl and Kevin, something Brandon never mentioned. It was Karl's grandfather's old home place with about 70 acres, a barn, a couple of sheds and an old farmhouse which is where some would bed down for the night.
After some beer, dinner and more beer, I was fortunate to be sitting with Kamal on the steps of the back porch. He as leaning back on his elbows and that body and good looks became intoxicating. I had to learn his story and how he fit in here.
When I pried into his plans to transfer to a bigger school he began to open up. He said it had been hard to have a relationship with anyone here. Football made that difficult. He had two problems that constantly got in his way and hoped that would be better at a big school.
I sensed that he was leading me with this information but had no idea where it was going. When I asked what the two things were, he said, "Well, for one, I'm not out."
Okay then. This stud was gay but did he know I was gay. Rather than blurt that out, I followed the discussion to ask, what's the other thing?
I was not prepared from what came next.
We sat close enough on those steps for him to grab my hand and place it on his leg near his crotch.
I was speechless. My hand laid under his hand and a huge dick lay under my hand. He kept it there and staired at me. The dick was firm but not hard yet. It was huge.
Calmly he explained, "I'm a top, 100% top, but I rarely can find an ass that can take this. I love to fuck. I love to bury this in a man's ass and fill it up. Hard to find a man who can do more than just take it, I want him to enjoy it, writhe upon it and make love to it. And, by the way, if you did not know, Brandon is a match maker. He thinks we're a match. Say's you are hot in bed and take dick well, very well. That's why you are here and why I am here."
I'm not sure how long I stared back in awe but eventually, Kamal broke the tension by gently closing my mouth with his finder lifting from underneath. Then he leaned over and kissed me passionately.
It was a slow, long kiss, a passionate introduction to what lay ahead. I was scared and intrigued, horned up to a pulsing throb in my dick.
He stood and pulled me up from the steps and said, "Let's go to the trailer. Brandon is hanging with his buds in the house here for the night. Sometimes, he is their third."
Inside the camper things got very still as Kamal slowly undressed me. This gorgeous, muscled stud, undressed me with a calm and caring touch that was overwhelming. It veiled what was coming as his eyes betrayed the gentle touch disrobing.
My shirt was gone and my shorts piled at my feet. With passionate eyes staring into mine, he pushed my shorts down. I was totally naked and confronted with power, muscled power to overwhelm and command.
Kamal stepped toward me and hardly blinked as he passionately kissed me. He grabbed my shoulders to pull me in to him, against him, against his hard muscled frame.
The kiss continued and served to fog my brain and weaken my legs. My god, he was good. His tongue explored my mouth and throat. Deep and deliberate.
That I was hard was an understatement. My dick was hard and pulsed but my body was almost failing to stand erect.
I can't recall an awareness of Kamal removing his jersey but the unveiled sight was truly intimidating. His muscle definition was Greek god like, defined with veins enhancing the intoxicating image. His sweat glistened on that gorgeous dark skin.
He voice was truly commanding and he passionately described how I was his type. Good looking, scruffy, muscled white guy with a little maturity. He said I had an ass that Brandon under described as hot and willing.
It was only moments later when Kamal revealed himself by dropping the shorts to the floor where he kicked them aside.
"Tell me you won't run away," he softly said with a slight tension in his voice. He'd had many do just that.
His dick was huge, heavy, almost sagging upon his balls and pulling him forward. But that was my imagination. Nothing sagged, it swaggered, and began to grow.
I held it and imagined a painful ending to the encounter. It was heavy, hot, pulsing.
Not sure where I got the courage or just gave in to erotic desire but I said emphatically, "I won't run away. Not sure how this is going to end, but I'm going nowhere."
"Do not worry. I will take care of you. I will take you to a level of ecstasy you've likely never experienced before."
The kiss continued and his arms wrapped me in strength I've never experienced. Kamal was strong enough to do whatever he wanted and I wasn't even considering an exit plan. I was in this to the end and he sensed that.
He laid me back on the bed and moved his mouth, tongue and gentle teeth down to my chest where he nibbled on my erect nipples.
Slowly he slid further down my abdomen where he lapped up my dick and sucked on me hard and passionately. He tongued my dick over and over then returned to the head where he sucked hard. He swallowed me whole, keeping my dick in his throat until he had to breathe again.
"Let me suck on you," I asked with eagerness but he denied me.
"Focus on how I make you feel, not what you think you need to do to me in return. I will take all I need from you. You'll understand."
Wow, my brain was racing about what that meant but it sounded incredibly intoxicating.
Suddenly, he virtually flipped me off my back onto my knees. "Relax. This is where we meld into one."
Kamal's dick lay on my lower back and it was heavy. Slowly he drew it back and the head slid down ever so slowly until it poked outside my hole.
Kamal startled me at this point by placing a rag near my mouth, soaked in something, and said, "Put this in and inhale slowly. Don't take it out. Breather through it. Bite on it."
Not sure what it was but it wasn't poppers, something with vapors fogged my senses ever so gently. It wasn't a rush like poppers either and I simply relaxed.
My hole relaxed.
The massive head of Kamal's dick was pressing into my hole ever so slowly. He pushed slow enough that it was difficult to determine how far he had gone in. Pressure built up and yet it continued to slide inward.
Most men push harder and fast, too fast. But not Kamal.
Damn, the pressure built up but there was no real pain, only a feeling of being full.
Then he stopped. His pelvis was against my ass cheeks.
He was buried into me all the way.
"You okay? You took it all. You ready to ride?"
Without waiting for an answer, Kamal began to pump my ass by pulling nearly all the way out and shoving slowing back in at first. Then he began to shover harder. And harder.
His hard muscled arms held me in place and his dick impaled me over and over. The trailer shook and surely it would rock off the stabilizers but they held up.
Each stroke was an incredible rush from my prostate to explode. Kamal kept the pace just right though to keep me in the zone. Every vein could be felt. The flared head sliding in and out almost made me insane. It was more than just being fucked, it was an experience like no other, mind blowing, body enhanced edging to the max.
Time passed and I could tell he was close to coming. He was animal like, strong, determined and now oblivious to my needs or wants. He was about to deliver a massive load of built-up man juice. He screamed when he came as it was an awesome eruption of animal passion.
Impaled with his manhood I was soon aware of being flooded. His load gushed inside me and the pulse of every vein could be felt intensely, hot.
I was spent but not yet finished. Kamal had Brandon's talent for moving on to the next round but did so without bringing attention to his need to do it all again. He had found a sensual, willing partner capable of giving back just what he needed. He rewarded my indulging every moment of ecstasy with him by giving me another round that sent my brain and body to nearly drug-like induced pleasures.
I was spent and dazed. I slept or passed out. Wasn't sure which but when I came back to reality I was in heaven. Thirsty from sweating. Exhausted from pleasure. I had experienced a level of sensuality never attained by me before.
Kamal said to me while I was drowning in that sweat and cum, "Brandon made me promise that I wouldn't ruin you. But I suspect you can take whatever the two of us decide you need and desire."
"Rest for now. Recover. Get mentally prepared."