A Roadside Attraction

By Carson Keeler

Published on Nov 20, 1997

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A ROADSIDE ATTRACTION

One of the most popular cruising spots in the city of Toronto is in an extensive clump of bushes down by the lakeshore midway between Ashbridges Bay and Cherry Beach. I discovered it one day while riding my bike along the road adjacent to it. There were a number of guys heading into the bush just off the roadway. Normally I don't cruise much or take note of it when it's happening but on this particular day I was very horny. As I rode along, my hardon tenting my shorts, debating whether to head into the bushes and get my rocks off, I found myself so distracted that I almost crashed into a van parked at the side of the road. I lost control of my bike and skidded to a stop fifteen feet or so in front of it. I picked myself up and dusted off, looking back at the van. The occupant was a young guy, about my age, in his early twenties, attractive and shirtless. He leaned out of the window and said, "You OK?"

I smiled and said yes.

"You want a ride?" he asked, displaying an engaging smile. My heart was hammering as I headed towards him.

"A ride?" I asked.

He said "Yeah, you know," looking down at himself. Following his gaze downward I could see why he hadn't stepped out of the van to give me a hand. Except for a pair running shoes and sport socks, he was buck naked. Red satin gym shorts lay at his feet where he had squirmed out of them. He had a slim build, nicely muscled, with skin that was pale and smooth. My gaze followed the trickle of hairs from his belly button to his crotch. A pump bottle of lubricant lay on the adjoining seat and his penis was rock hard and glistening. He got up out of his seat and crawled over the seat into the back of the van, showing off his round firm buttocks as he did so. I went to the back door, which he opened for me, and I climbed in and onto a mattress which lay on the floor. I took off my shirt and, lying passively on my back, let him take off my shoes socks and shorts. Naked, I continued laying there, absently fondling my erection and looking up at him sitting beside me, stroking his own erection. He squirted more lube on himself and then squirted some over my hand and penis, telling me that he wanted to watch me jerk off. I was lying with my knees bent and with one hand I slowly stroked my penis while, with the other hand, I caught the excess lube and smeared it over my balls and ass. He put a hand on my lower thighs and ran it down to my bum then knelt in front of me, and, spreading my legs, he began to stroke me off with one hand while finger-fucking me with the other. Twice he brought me to the brink of orgasm, stopping just short, switching his attention to my legs and chest, then when I had cooled down, continuing. I didn't understand what he was doing, teasing me like this, but it felt great. After the second time, when my erection didn't come back he poured more lube on my crotch and gently massaged my rubbery, flaccid dick, my balls and my asshole. Moaning softly, I closed my eyes and let myself drift.

As he intensified his massage of my asshole, my lips parted and my muscles stiffened and I looked up into his eyes then down at his raging hardon. He reached down the side of the mattress and retrieved a condom. Without haste, he opened the package and slipped the condom onto his throbbing member. My cock sprang back to attention, straining upwards and my body qwent beet red. When he was ready, he hoisted my legs over his shoulders, and for a tantalizing moment poised the tip of his cock at my asshole, tickling my ass hairs till he found purchase. Then he penetrated me. He went at it slowly because he had a big cock and wanted to make sure he wasn't hurting me, but all that foreplay had gotten me so hot that as soon as the tip was inside me I squirmed right down onto it. My eagerness to get fucked surprised him and turned him on even more. What's more, it surprised me. Normally I don't like getting fucked and on the rare occasions that I do get fucked, I don't really get into it; I just lie there and never concede that I am enjoying myself. But this time I was definitely enjoying it and told him so. I reached down to stroke my cock, but he took hold of my arms and pinned them above my head so I wouldn't bring myself off too quickly. He fucked me with long swift strokes, withdrawing his dick from my ass then plunging the full length of it back in till his torso slapped confidently against the back of my thighs. My cock pressed between his abs and mine, and leaked copious amounts of precum till finally I could hold back no longer. I squeezed my asshole tightly around his thrusting cock and began to ejaculate. My orgasm was so intense that the stream of cum gushed as far as my face. As I thrashed under him he gasped. His body went rigid and he pressed his torso tight against my ass. "Oh, Yeah!" he said as the first stream of cum coursed along the length of his dick and into my ass. He ground his pelvis into my buttocks and pumped his load into me. After coming, he slowly withdrew his cock from my ass and paused for a moment to catch his breath. He gingerly took off the condom, smiling at the amount of semen in it. Then he leaned close to me and licked up some of the cum that had splattered on my chin and he kissed me, swilling the cum between our two mouths. We remained locked in an embrace for a few minutes, then he dried me off with a towel he had handy for the purpose. He asked me if I could use a lift somewhere, but I declined. When I got out of the van, and on to my bike I was still wobbly but steady enough1 to ride. He pulled up alongside me and again offered me a ride. I assured him that I would be okay. He thought for a moment then rummaged around in his glove compartment and came up with a foil-wrapped condom package which he handed to me. It seemed a bit odd and my puzzlement must have been evident.

"I got them as a birthday present from my folks," he said. "Freaked me out at first but my folks are pretty cool." He winked at me and put his van in gear. After he was gone I turned the package over. It had his name and phone number printed on it. Smiling, I put it carefully into my pocket and rode off.

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