Over the next hour or two, I am continually fucked in both ends, treated like a urinal, and used as toilet paper. No one has made me eat his shit, and I am thankful.
Joe has been right by my side getting fucked and sucking away. He loves cock and can't get enough of it. He has taught me to enjoy snowballing. When a guy dumps his load in Joe's mouth, Joe won't swallow. Instead he leans over and kisses me, sharing the cum back and forth with a passionate kiss.
After he did it the first time, I returned the favor with my next oral load. Sgt Tate told him before he left that I am to felch all the cum from his ass. He hasn't done it yet, but I know he will.
What amazes me is how many men keep showing up. There is always about a dozen or so guys fucking and sucking away.
Joe is shocked as well. "I have never seen it so busy before. I don't know where they are all coming from."
"I have had more cock today that I have had in the rest of my life."
"That's hard to believe."
"No really. I used to hang out at the bathroom in the mall and that's it. Maybe a couple dozen, but I don't even think that much."
"Wow."
We are both on hands and knees getting fucked carrying on a conversation as if we are on a stroll together. It feels great to be fucked, but being next to him--bonding with him--seems to be more enjoyable.
"Say I'm getting hungry. You want to go get something with me?"
"I don't have any clothes. Sgt Tate took them."
"No. He gave me your shorts and a t-shirt before he left."
"Sure."
"Well let's get these guys off and go."
I immediately start flexing my asshole ring. The fucker responds, "Oh yeah baby. You want this don't you?"
After a minute, he shoots into me. I turn around to clean off his cock in record time. I decide to help Joe get his guy off. The man is a meaty man, not as big as Joe, but big in his own right--thick thighs, meaty ass, and broad shoulders. His pants are around his ankles while he is on his knees in Joe's ass. His flannel shirt with the sleeves tore is undone. A light beer logoed baseball cap completes his redneck look.
I start to lick his ass crack as his fucks Joe. "Oh man! What's going on back there? Whatever it is, don't stop!" I start licking his hairy trench, but I can't really stick my tongue into his asshole because of this thrusting motion.
I reach under and fondle his balls.
"Oh man here it cums! Here it cums!" His asscheeks tighten up so I can't get into his crack. I know he is cumming in Joe's ass.
I look up at him. With his head pointing upwards, his body shakes with aftershocks. He gets up. I look at him. A look of ultimate contentment emanates from his stubble-covered face. He reaches up to remove his hat and uses his pinky fingernail of the same hand to scratch his surprisingly baldhead before putting the cap back on.
His cock hangs out. A cum drop starts to form. I swoop down on it. "Damn, I just came."
Joe offers, "He's a cum whore. Besides, he'll clean your cock." I starts sucking the cum off of his cock.
"But your ass is more the mess."
"Don't worry, that's the next thing he will be cleaning up."
"Really. I'd like to see that."
I pull off his cock and move towards Joe's ass. The fucker is right. It is a mess. Cum drips down his crack. I start to lick it up. Looking up at his jock strap, it is covered with cum and ass slime. It wasn't clean to begin with, but now it is even worse.
I start to lick some of that spooge up, feeling his balls move around from my tongue.
"Boy, that doesn't need attention. Get back to sucking out the cum."
I return to sucking his shitter. It flares open with a few gobs of spooge right there on its lips. My tongue scoops it up. Joe moans. "Damn boy, you really do like felching." I just keep on sucking and flicking my tongue inside his hole.
After another minute or so, Joe starts to get up. My tongue tries to remain in contact with his hole.
"Now there!"
I pull off of his asshole. I want more.
The man whose cock I cleaned tucks away his cock. "Thanks guys. That was fucking hot."
Joe looks at me with an authoritative look, "We need to get going." With Sgt Tate gone and his ass devoid of cock, Joe once again regains his Alpha role.
A few guys protest us leaving.
"Guys we need to get something to eat." He realizes that someone will say something sexual, he adds, "Real food. Don't worry we will be back."
We walk out towards his bike, with him in his jock and me naked--both of our cocks unused and tucked away in our own chastity. While Sgt Tate requires mine, Joe's is self-imposed.
I really don't miss playing with myself, as I have plenty of other body parts receiving action. Sgt Tate would probably enjoy knowing that.
Two of Joe's biker friends remain talking to a dark haired driver. I recognize one of them as one who fucked me. But I couldn't tell about the other one.
"Joe! You seem to have been having a lot of fun in there."
Joe lightens up. "Fuck yeah. That was fucking hot. Even, . . ." He looks at me. "What's your name?"
"Dan."
He opens up his saddlebags and takes out his clothes. "Even Dan was getting the same number of guys. I have never seen it this busy."
The driver says, "Well Zach or Randy put the word out to their e-mail list that tonight was going to be packed. They said that today is the day to get naked. If the day was like this can you imagine tonight?"
Joe smiles. "Well damn! Randy was here for about, what, five minutes? Enough to come in and whisk Don's man away." He places his arm around me, pulling me in to him. I don't want to correct him about my name.
"You seem to have found a little Joe Jr."
"Don here? Well, he's as much as a cum whore as I am." He finishes putting on his clothes. Throwing my clothes at me, my shorts fly past me and land on the pavement about fifteen feet away.
I race over to pick them up. My naked ass is exposed to the bikers. Whistles are heard from them and some of the men still in the bushes.
I get dressed in no time.
The older biker asks, "You two going somewhere?"
"Yeah, Don and I are going to get something to eat and then maybe head over to the canyon for a break. We'll be back. I have to return the pup to his man by eight. What time is it?"
"Almost six-thirty."
"Damn we got to get out of here." Joe hands me a helmet just like his wood grained. He hops on his Harley. I climb on. "Ever been on a bike before?"
"No Sir."
"Well hands around my waist. And hold on."
My hands go around his massive waist. This is one thick man. As we take off, I rest my helmeted head on his back. It feels great to feel this man. He knows and understands my desires more than anyone I have met. He's hotter than fuck. Hell, he's a lot less intense than Sgt Tate.
Leaving the rest area, I notice that instead of the half dozen semis parked there when we arrived, a dozen or so now sit. Their owners are engaged in the bushes off to the side. As we pull out, I see two more coming in.
We ride for about ten minutes and pull into a diner. We get off and Joe looks at me and laughs. "We need to cover up that forehead. We don't need the whole restaurant knowing that you are a toilet."
He wraps a bandana around my forehead, and we go in.
As we sit down he belches. "Mmm sperm burps are the best."
We both laugh. A waitress comes by and takes our orders. Both of us are ravenous. While we wait, Joe asks me a series of questions.
"So how long have your been Tate's bitch?"
"About four days."
"Really! Who trained you before that?"
"No one. I was on the internet a lot."
He laughs. "The internet? You can't take that many loads in your ass by reading about it."
"I don't know. Sgt Tate told me to and I did."
"You learned to drink piss form the internet too?"
"No, I've been drinking mine since I was 13."
"How old are you now?"
"20."
He laughs, "Well, you were very adventurous. How did you meet Tate?"
"He was my dad's Drill Instructor in the Marines."
"No way."
"I've known him all my life."
"And now you are his bitch?"
"Well that just happened last week. My dad took me on my first hunting trip at Sgt Tate's lodge for his fiftieth birthday. They were all drinking and one thing led to another, and I blew Sgt Tate."
"Look at you. You certainly have some balls to come on to your dad's friend, and not just a friend but a man that is as massive as a bull."
"It's not like that."
"Weren't you the one who asked to lick my asshole clean last night?" He laughs.
"Well. Yes."
"You do have a lot of balls. You know what you like and you go for it. I like that."
"Sgt Tate expects me to do it--to clean his asshole."
"He really does challenge you."
"I trust him."
"Where's your dad in all this?"
"He's back home. Sgt Tate paid for a whore to be with him for the entire week."
"Ha! Ha! Wait. Wait. Wait." Joe's laughter subsides. "I love this man. He's paying for a whore for your father the entire week at the same time he's turning his own son into a whore. I love it!"
"Pretty much." It takes less than a minute but Joe nails my life.
"So what does he have you doin'?"
"What?"
"If you are a whore, what do you do for him? Obviously drain his cock. Your forehead says you drink his piss and lick his ass."
I don't know why I blurt out, but I do, "I eat his shit." Maybe to shock him, I feel like I am too predictable.
"No fucking way. Really?"
Since it is out, "I've only done it once."
"Well once is more than I can handle. Damn, he broke you fast. You trust him unconditionally that fast?"
"I don't know about unconditionally."
"You ate his shit! What possible conditions do you impose on him then?"
"Well . . ."
The food arrives. We eat. Joe doesn't talk much as he shovels the food in his mouth. I know he doesn't want to continue the conversation about shit eating as he eats his meatloaf.
At the end, Joe picks up the conversation "Let me ask you a question. Is this what you really want?"
"Hunh?"
"Is this what you want? Do you want to be used by Sgt Tate in such a degrading way?"
"I haven't given it much thought."
"Well after the vacation is over, what are you going to do? Are you still going to be his bitch?"
"I will probably go back to living with my dad."
"So you are not looking to be his permanently."
"No, my dad would be pissed off."
"Fuck what your dad thinks. You are twenty years old. This is about what you want. You want to be his bitch from this vacation on?"
Until this moment, I have not thought about it. I guess I would like to have something with Sgt Tate.
"Do you think he wants you permanently?"
"I don't know."
"Well does he have a boy or slave now?"
"No, at least I don't think he does."
"Don't you know anything about him?"
"I don't know much about his personal life."
"Really? He knows all about you. I bet you don't know about his previous relationships turned out."
"No not really. They don't seem to last"
"Well that's no surprise. If you are interested in him, you need to find out who he is. And if you are really interested in him, you need to let him know because Randy is moving in."
"What?"
"Randy. He's got a look in his eye. I saw it today. I have never known Randy to go bottom, and here he is going bottom with your Sergeant. Randy has been looking for a partner for a long time--just never thought of him as a bottom though. I would just let your man know you want to be his and do it fast."
I sit there in silence. After a long silence, we quickly pay up and leave.
Wrapping my hands around his waist on his bike, I feel completely safe. I actually move my left hand down to his crotch. I can hear him shout at me, "Grab all you want boy." Both hands cup his crotch while we ride off towards the setting sun.
After riding off paved road for a mile or so, we reach the edge of a canyon. He gets off his bike. So do I. As he walks away, he says to me, "Leave your clothes on the bike."
I do including the bandana, and follow him. We walk to some rocks overlooking the canyon, but more importantly the spectacular view of the setting sun. He sits and instructs me to take my place beside him along side his boots. We look at the setting sun.
"You don't seem to have any problems with stripping."
"No, I got past that on the first day with Sgt Tate."
"He seems to be changing you significantly over these few days. How long have you been having sex?"
"It's been a year or two since I started going to the mall, all of it blowjobs. Most of my unusual sex came over the past few days."
"All blowjobs? When did you lose your virginity?"
I think about the day. Today is Sunday. Yesterday was Saturday. Friday I left the lodge in the morning. Thursday was the day. That's right; it's the day after Wednesday, the day I arrived. "Last Thursday morning?"
Joe starts to laugh a big winded laugh. "Well you don't waste any time! You go from basic vanilla blowjobs to full guns blazin' cum slut to the extreme in a matter of a day or two."
I join him and laugh. It's my turn to ask a question, "Well, when did you start?"
"Oh man!" His laughter softens and he smiles. Leaning back he looks up at the sky. "I was about fourteen. My dad came into my room when I was jerking off and told me, ÔBoy you are doing that wrong.'" He impersonates a serious man, most likely the way his dad sounded. "We weren't too shy in our home. My mom died when I was four, so it was my dad and my two older brothers.
"They used to walk around shirtless in their underwear. It would be nothing to be taking a shower and one would walk in. We would piss in front of each other. We never thought anything of it.
"So when he came in, I stopped playing with it, but didn't try to hide it. He told me, ÔBoy, don't just go up and down with it. You got the extra skin. Pull on it. Pull it back. Play with your dick head.' Though we were comfortable around each other, I couldn't believe what he was saying.
"He looked at me and said, ÔDo I have to do everything?'" Again Joe uses the voice. "He then climbed on my bed. I was still paralyzed in shock. He straddled my chest, pinning my arms down. He grabbed my cock and started jerking it. I couldn't see what he was doing, but it sure as hell felt good. He rubbed my cock head, which was very sensitive. It didn't take very long and I am shooting all over the place.
"He didn't stop jerking me. He kept right on going. Not only that, but he kept playing with my cock head. I was really sensitive. It was unbearable, but he kept on playing. I was begging him to stop. I didn't realize that I was cumming a second time until it started.
"My stomach was covered in cum. I also got some on his undershirt and his briefs. I could tell that he was aroused by what he did. He asked me, ÔYou ever eat your cum?' I couldn't think of why I would have. I told him no. With two fingers he swiped up a big gob of it. Put it up to my lips and said, ÔOpen up. You made it, now you have to eat it.' I took it in my mouth. I kinda liked it at the time. It didn't me long to really love it."
Joe unconsciously rubs his crotch. I lean back on the rocks below him. He uses his booted toe to rub my exposed balls. I tell him, "My dad would have beaten the shit out of me. He would have called me a fag or something."
"Well mine took off his shirt and briefs and threw them on my face and told me to suck the cum off of it. He walked out of my room naked."
"What did you do?"
"I sucked the cum out of them. Then I jerked off again for a third time."
"I wish my dad would have done something like that." Damn, I wish my dad did anything for me.
"No you don't. Days after that he made me play with his cock. I had to lick his cum up. Then I was blowing him whenever my brothers were out. Actually, my oldest brother Peter had enlisted by then. So I guess it was Jim, my other brother, who would go out on the weekends leaving me to play with dad.
"It's funny, your Sgt Tate reminds me a lot of my dad. Both are very controlling men. My dad was very strict. My brother and I both knew the rules and sometimes we would break them. My dad would be pissed off. Jim and I would be like regular teenage boys, get into trouble, and get caught. We knew that we would get a spanking. If it was severe, we had to be bare assed. We took it all right.
"One time my dad caught us staying out later than our curfew. He had his poker friends over. He spanked us right in front of them. I mean I was about fifteen and my brother was eighteen. It was humiliating getting spanked as teenagers. I didn't know until much later why." Joe just stares at me. "Your dad ever spank you?"
"No. He really doesn't care about what I do. I went to go live with him when my mom died a few years ago. He tells me what to do, but he doesn't really pay attention to what I am doing."
"Damn, my dad knew everything. He used to fuck women all the time. He would bring them home. I would see them go into his room. He would fuck them. I'd hear them screaming.
"One day I snuck into his closet when I knew he was going to bring this blonde home. I wanted to watch him fuck her. He brought her in the bedroom. He started taking off her shirt and bra. Her tits were amazing. He pushed her to her knees and started fucking her face.
"I started jerking my cock, but did not make a noise. From his closet I could see his bed. I wanted to see him so bad.
"She told him she wanted him to fuck her. He said only up the ass. He told her ÔI don't want another kid.' She got on the bed. I watched him get behind her. He spit on his hand and rubbed it on his cock, followed by spitting directly on her ass.
"He tried to fuck her, but she kept on complaining. He was getting pissed off that she wouldn't take his cock. I was on the verge of cumming when he started slapping her ass. I knew that I couldn't cum. He would hear me if I did.
"She said that she couldn't take him up the ass. She asked him to fuck her in her pussy. He said, ÔHell no. I know that you have told your sister that you wanted a baby. If that's what you are here for, get the fuck out.' She looked at him, got dressed, and left.
"My dad got out of bed. I could see that his cock was still hard. He looked at the closet door and said, ÔBoy get your ass out here.'
"I don't know how he knew, but he knew. He used my full name, so I knew he was serious, ÔJoseph David Ventura, I said get your ass out here.' I went out. He just stared at me. ÔBoy what were you doing in there?'
"I knew I had to tell him the truth. ÔI wanted to watch you have sex with her.'
"I could tell that he understood my curiosity, but I did break the rules. It's funny, I didn't know what rule I broke, but I broke it. ÔGo get my belt, and lay over the bed.' I went back to the closet, but this time I had to get his belt. I laid over the bed and waited for him to come back to the bedroom. When he did, he told me to take off my pants. So I knew that this was going to hurt. He grabbed the belt. ÔThis is going to hurt me more than it will you' he told me. And then he wailed on my ass. About twenty or thirty strokes made my ass raw. I was crying. Then he stopped. ÔThe next time you want to watch me, you ask first. You got that?'
"I was shocked that he would even consider letting me. I told him, ÔYes Dad.'
"He wasn't done with me. I heard him spit. I felt it land on my ass. He was going to fuck me. My ass is still raw mind you. His cock was at my asshole. The thing that surprised me is that I didn't move. I wanted him to fuck me. I knew I wanted cock, his cock as my first."
Joe unconsciously takes out his hard cock. I reposition myself to give him head. He puts his hand on my forehead. I look up at him.
"No just jack it off, but do it slowly. I don't want to cum yet." I nod at him. He continues his story; "He pushed his cock into me and says, ÔNow, this is going to hurt you more than it will me.' I just laid there. My ass was already on fire. So the pain of fucking was nothing in comparison.
"He shocked me and said, ÔYour ass is better than Jim's.' He was fucking my brother too! My dad was nowhere near my size. He was five ten. But, him fucking my ass, I felt completely smaller than him. He told me that I was a natural born fuckhole. He dumped his load in my ass. He told me, ÔI bet you didn't expect to be turned into a fag when you came out of in the closet.'"
Joe starts to laugh at his unexpected pun. I continue jerking his cock. Pre-cum swells inside of his foreskin, making his cock head glisten.
"After he fucked me, he told me that if I want to watch him fuck--to educate myself on fucking women--he will let me. The next day, he cut a hole in the wall of my closet and then drilled a peephole into his room. If he let me watch, I would go into my closet and watch him. If he didn't he would put something to block my view. I actually watched my brother Jim get fucked right before he left for the Navy.
"When he did leave for the Navy, Jim told me, ÔNow it's your turn.' He told me later that he hated being fucked by dad. But once he left, I was fucked by dad two or three times a week. I loved my dad's cock in my ass, more than it in my mouth.
"After Jim left, my dad told me that his friends need head too. I blew them whenever they had a poker night. I would just stay in my room. They would come in one at a time for a blowjob. My dad would check in with me from time to time. He was proud of me taking his cock and servicing his friends and still having a girlfriend on the side. He even wanted to watch me fuck her one night. I did her in his bed and him in my closet. After she left, he came in and fucked me in the ass."
Joe's precum pours out his foreskin. I reach up to collect it in my hand. But, it only lasts a few seconds, as I lick it up quick. As I am licking, Joe takes off his boots. He stands up and takes off his pants.
His jock comes off too for the first time today. He places it on my head with the pouch covering my nose and mouth, but only one eye is covered. He sits back down with his cock pointing up.
I continue jacking.
"My dad is the one who made me love cock in my ass. Ever since then I couldn't get enough of it."
I ask, "But aren't you married?"
"Yeah. What's your point?"
"Does she know that you mess around with men?"
"No, she doesn't need to know. I fuck her all the time, so she doesn't even think to suspect."
"Do you have sex with other women?"
"Hell no! I made a commitment to her."
That doesn't make sense at all to me. A commitment would be no one else. "I told her that I would never have sex with another woman . . ." That seems like a convenient loophole. But hey, because of this loophole I get to have sex with him; so does Sgt Tate, his biker friends, and other anonymous truckers. What ever works for him works for me. He does continue his loophole thought, " . . . at least not without her consent."
Now I just look at him.
"She really can't complain, we did meet at a swinger's club." He smiles. "I met her when a friend of mine brought her to a club we used to go to. He left her to have sex with another couple. I moved in and we hit it off. A year later we were married. My friend was my best man. We still swing every once in a while."
"Has she seen you get it up the ass?"
"No, and she never will. I don't want to screw up things with her and my three daughters."
"No boys?"
"No. I kinda wanted a boy to train like my dad did to me. He made me the man I am. He convinced me to join the Army like he did. When I left home I really missed him, and I missed my ass getting fucked."
"Did you find anything while in the Army?"
"Well, in boot camp all of us slept in the same room. We pissed and shit in the latrine together. There were no partitions anywhere. You just sat on the shitter next to the next guy. That didn't bother me; that's how it was with my dad and my brothers. But seeing men showering, shaving, and shitting next to me kept me continually horny. Throw into the mix that my Drill Sergeant was just as hot as your Tate. I was just itching to release.
"One night, one soldier was jerking off at night, and he wasn't even trying to hide the sound of his cock fucking his fist. The next day no one said anything. The next night a couple of other guys jerked off. Even I did it. The next day no one said anything again. On that third night, every single soldier was pounding his pud. That happened every night. No one said anything during the day, but at night no one cared who heard the sounds. It got to the point that the sounds of men jerking off would get me off.
"I always licked my cum up, just like I did when I was at home. I found out that some of the other guys heard me slurping. On a weekend leave, I went out drinking with a couple of them trying to get some pussy. They all got some except for me and this soldier Stan. When we get back to our motel we start talking about pussy and that the only pussy for the night will be our hands, just like in the barracks. He then asked me if I was the one who sucked his hands dry afterwards. I admitted yes. He asked me if I liked it. I said yes. He asked if I would like his. I answered yes by sucking him off. I even ate his ass. He had never had it done before. My dad loved it too and told me how to do it right.
"The next night Stan told the other guys that I sucked him off and ate his ass. Each of the other three guys wanted to know what it's like to have their asses eaten. So I rimmed them and blew them. They shot all over my face. When we got back to the base, it was known to certain number of the guys that I gave great head and ate ass.
"I must have serviced half the barracks at one time or another before the end of boot camp. My Drill Sergeant must have known what I was doing. I can't imagine that he wouldn't have. I would have loved to have blown him, but it didn't work that way.
"A week before I was done with boot camp the DS called me into his office. I went in and he told me that my dad died of a heart attack. I was devastated."
Wow. Up until what Joe just said, I was really getting turned on to his experiences. I slowly remove his jock from my head.
"I miss my dad. It's been over twenty years since he died. The last time I saw him was the night before I went to boot camp. He brought me here. We sat here at this very spot. He loved it here. That night we sat to watch the setting sun."
I completely forget about the sunset. The sun has about a third of its size left hidden.
"My dad told me that as the sun sets, that our time as dad and son will be over that I will be a man when I come out of the Army. So he fucked me one last time right here. It was the most important fuck I have ever had."
Joe's cock does not soften, even as he talks about his dad.
"When he laid on top of me, I could feel the finality of our relationship. I have never connected with anyone like that since."
He looks at me in the eyes. After a minute of staring he commands, "Give me head."
Without question, I lean into him and take his very wet cock into my mouth. His pre-cum tastes wonderful. There's a lot in his foreskin.
"I swore to myself afterwards that if I have a son that I'm going to bond with him in just the same way. But having only daughters, I couldn't." His voice starts to quiver. "But looking at you so eager to please, so ready to do what is commanded of you, I see myself--the same naivety. Big things are coming your way, and I want a piece of you as you begin that transformation."
He pulls me off of his cock. Spinning me around, he repositions himself behind me. I stare at the setting sun.
Pulling my cheeks apart, he spits on my asshole. I feel his cock head at my opening. With all the fucking I got today, it slides in without any resistance. He groans.
"That feels good. Your cunt feels so hot."
"Your cock feels good too." He starts to fuck my ass. I focus on his strokes and try to give him a tight asshole by squeezing. He leans over me; I feel his chest hairs on my back.
The sun is nearly gone.
I turn my head behind me to look at him. Joe swings to the side in order to give me a deep kiss.
His weight behind his thrusts pushes me belly down on the rocks, with him lying on top of me.
I decide to participate in his connection with his dad by calling him dad. "You cock feels wonderful in my ass dad."
"Oh boy, daddy loves you. He loves the slut you have become. I was proud to have you next to me as we both got fucked together today."
This talk has resulted in Joe picking up the intensity of his thrusts, both in force and in frequency. The sun has nearly completely disappeared. I look back, only to see Joe looking at the sun. I look ahead. In the length of one second, the sun disappears from view as Joe's cock erupts in my ass.
I feel several pulses from his very thick shaft.
"Thank you boy."
I feel him get off of my back and move down my body. But instead of completely getting off of me, he pulls apart my ass cheeks.
The cool breeze on my asshole feels refreshing, but not as pleasurable as Joe's tongue trying to felch out his cum. He sucks on my ass lips at the same time that I push out. His tongue flicks all around my hole. I am one happy boy.
Joe gets up after sucking out all his cum in me. I roll over on my back. He leans over to kiss me. The snowball he has in his mouth of his cum is transferred to my mouth. But it doesn't last long there, as our tongues flick back and forth.
He pulls away but still looks at me. "Let's go hook up with your man back at the rest area. That place should be hopping. When the sun sets, the men come out to play."
I want to stay here with him, but I also want to be with Sgt Tate.
We get up and head back to his bike. He gives me my clothes to put on, while he puts on his chaps. But these chaps are not like what I have ever seen in the porn sites. These look like they belong on a real biker. He adds a vest. He doesn't wear any pants or jock. His cock hangs freely. He climbs on the bike with his cock resting on the seat.
"You know what's funny? Whenever a guy sees my body size and then the thickness of my cock, he immediately thinks that I am a top. Well I would tell him ÔI only top once a decade.' Well my boy, it will be another 10 years before I fuck again."
He laughs. We ride off together with me holding onto his waist towards the rest area. It doesn't take long for my hands to find his cock.