I had just finished telling Chad an experience with a biker at the old rest area.
You are really into rimming, aren't you? He asked. Yes, I nodded. It needs a lot of practice.
What happened next? He asked. Well, nothing, I never saw the biker again. No, I mean in the rest area? Did you go back to the shed?
No, I didn't feel like it. I was horny as hell, but I didn't feel like going back. It wouldn't be the same. It couldn't be. I lit a joint and leaned against my car looking up at the sky and rehearsing the last hour. I had just dropped the stub on the ground when a white camper drove in and parked about 100 yards away. Interesting.
For a minute or two nothing happened, then I saw a face looking my way though the side window. I moved my legs apart and leaned back against the car.
The camper door slid open and down got a big beefy bear of a man. He was bald and bullet headed, not the kind of guy to mess with. He went round the other side of the camper and when he came back, he had his arm on the shoulder of a young fair-headed boy and seemed to be guiding him with his hand on his neck. They headed my way. He was a real cute kid, maybe 19 or 20, I am not good at ages. He wore light blue jeans, not tight but almost sculpted, like the lines round his knees and crotch had been pencilled on a drawing. He had a shock of fair hair and a face so cute you'd want to kiss him.
They came steadily towards me. I didn't move. The big guy looked me up and down and his eyes settled on my bulge. They stopped a foot or so away and I could smell the big man. He had damp sweat marks at his armpits and another just above his big belly.
He said nothing but reached out his free hand and unzipped me. He pulled out my cock and fondled and squeezed me for a moment. His other hand was still on the boy's neck and he pushed him down to his knees and fed my cock into his mouth.
Suck, he said. And the boy began. It felt incredible. My balls were tingling. The boy's mouth felt so good. I looked down. His eyes were closed as his lips and tongue began to work on me. I wanted to stroke the boy's head but something told me just to stay still.
The big guy turned sideways to the boy, pulled down his zip and brought out a thick uncut piece of meat, the head covered with an inch or so of foreskin puckered to a narrow end.
He started to jerk off. The skin pulled back and out emerged a vast shiny dark purple head. I was fascinated, the head was oval, side-to-side, and curved out like an arse with a dark deep crack. He moved near the boy's face.
Suck him, he said. Go on, suck! Suck! Suck! Suck him! His voice was deep and his hand was working harder. His cock was almost resting on the boy's cheek. His breath was coming faster and beads of sweat were forming on his brow.
Suck! Suck! Suck him! He muttered, working his own meat harder. He laid it just above the boy's cheek as streams of thick cum oozed out.
This was too much for me and I let go a shuddering load in the boy's soft mouth.
There was silence as the boy pulled back, his lips lingering on me.
The big man scooped his cum from the boy's cheek on a thick index finger and fed it to him. I looked at the boy, he was gorgeous, I wanted to kiss him, and I wanted to go down on him. I moved nearer but a strong hand pushed me back abruptly. The man pulled the boy to his feet and then went on his knees, he opened the boy's zip and pulled out such a small, perfect cock. I ached for it. Then he covered it with his big mouth and started to suck him. He had his hands on the boys arse and he was slobbering on him, saliva dripping down his chin as he moved his head this way and that. There was no gentleness; he went at him like a hungry dog. The boy's head was thrown back, his body arched, he was only held upright by the man's grip. Then the boy uttered a drawn out cry, almost like pain, and the man started swallowing greedily.
Then he closed the boy's fly and got to his feet. Without a word, or look, at me he put his arm back on the boy's shoulder and with his hand on his neck, turned him round and they went off, just like that, back to the camper.
I looked over at Chad. He was strangely quiet.
I met that couple once, he said. I thought the boy could be blind.
Nick Ryder nickwib@yahoo.co.uk