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This narrative, told in first person, blends both fact and fiction. You decide the dividing line though it really doesn't matter. What matters is that you find this story entertaining. I hope you do.
MEMORIAL DAY.....AND MORE!
I had moved through the crowd to get a better view of the bikers who were assembling for the Memorial Day Rolling Thunder parade in Washington, DC. For those who have witnessed the event, it's a spectacle to behold: thousands of motorcyclists from across the nation riding around the Mall in an incredible scene of sight and sound (especially the latter!). I had gone to the local assembly spot, one of many surrounding Washington that would feed cyclists into the huge Pentagon parking lot for their coordinated ride.
I stepped back from the crowds lining the street onto a side street to check my camera. Suddenly, up roared a sleek, powerful motorcycle, its rider flipping the kick stand and immediately connecting to his cell phone. While the bike was pretty impressive, it's rider was incredible! Slumped on the seat of his bike, he looked to be about six feet tall, long blond, sun-streaked hair, with tanned muscles that seemed to be taxing his tight tee shirt. He had the natural raw-boned muscular look of an athlete as opposed to a body-builder who purposefully sculpts his body. However, I suspect he spent his share of time in a gym, too.
He ended his call, checked a couple of messages and dropped his cell phone into the bike's storage compartment. He glanced over at me and caught me staring at him. I quickly recovered and asked, "Here for the ride, huh? Where are you from?"
"West Coast, baby! It's all good there!" he grinned.
"Yeah. I can certainly see that. You've got an incredible body," I responded. "Mind if I take a couple of pictures?"
His eyes locked onto mine and for those who've experienced such, there is suddenly an unspoken message that's transmitted which defines a situation....maybe not the score but definitely the game.
After a pause, a slight smile appeared and he said, "Sure. Why not. Let you see what Californians are made of." With that, he propped one leg up on the handle bars and half-turned toward me, inhaling and flexing his muscles even more.
I lined up a shot and then brazenly said, "Looks like you've got some muscles that are hard to be seen."
"Really? Let's see if this helps," he said as he moved his leg and adjusted his hardening cock to run down the leg of his tight knit pants. I clicked a tight close up of his crotch, showing the outline of his cockhead.
"Let's see what you got," he said indicating at the led screen on my digital camera.
I showed him and said, "Looks good. But I'll bet the real thing looks even better." In retrospect, I'm amazed at my comments but then again, it was definitely the moment that defined actions.
He reached for my hand and placed it on his half-hard cock. I felt the incredible heat as that member began to harden even more. I let my fingers tease it, caressing that cockhead until moments later I could feel his cock surge against the tight knit pants. With my other hand, I reached over and pinched his nipple, feeling a well-defined protrusion that sat on a muscle-hard pec pierced with a circle of gold.
"You like that?" he whispered hoarsely as he leaned back in his saddle.
"Yeah. It'd be nice to see how Californians stack up," I replied as I continued to stroke his cock and tweak is nipples.
"I'd be glad to show you how it's really done. You gotta place?"
"Nope," I said. And then after a moment added, "But follow me if you want that baby taken care of." I turned and walked back between the buildings into the dead-end alley, actually holding my breath to see if this magnificent dude would follow. He did.
About 15 feet into the alley were two dumpsters: one tall one blocking most views and a smaller, cleaner one used for papers that was about waist high. I stopped between the two and watched him follow me. His body was even more incredible than I had first imagined! He leaned against the smaller dumpster in a wide-legged stance. I put my camera down and walked right up to him, my fingers finding and pinching those two protruding nipples.
He pulled me into close and crushed my lips in an aggressive kiss, probably thinking he was establishing his West Coast dominance. But I surprised him with an equally aggressive response, and immediately our tongues were battling it out. He was the first to break as he pushed me back a bit.
He grabbed the front end of his tee shirt and pulled it over his head leaving it still on his arms. Then he pulled me back, grabbed my head and pushed it between his two mountainous pecs. He pulled my head over to one pec where my lips, teeth and tongue absolutely devoured his nipple/ My tongue rolled over the gold ring, my teeth gently nibbled that arrogant protrusion, my sucking brought into as deep into my mouth as his hard muscles would permit. He was starting to moan as I quickly switched nipples to repeat the same erotic process.
I pushed him on his back on the flat plastic cover of the smaller dumpster. I grabbed both of his nipples as I returned to crush my lips on his, engaging in another erotic oral contest. I reached down to feel his rock-hard cock. I traced my tongue from encircling his nipples, between his pecs down the ridges of his washboard abs. Then my mouth pressed against that cloth-covered shaft as my hand kept him flat by working his nipples.
Finally, I move around between his legs and tugged at his knit pants. He raised his hips and they slid down easily, letting his hungry cock spring free for the first time. I took no preliminary action but plunged my mouth and throat all the way down that quivering monster cock, literally swallowing every inch of that hard muscle down to his tightly-trimmed pubes.. His cock was uncut and probably about seven inches but it was extremely thick. A wave of panic flashed through my mind but quickly was replaced by the sexual confidence that can only come from experience. What this guy didn't know was that I had literally been trained in the art of cock-sucking by an expert from New York City. I had learned what to do, where to do it and how to add extra pleasure to spots that are not thought of. In the background, I could hear him moaning between gasps for air.
I continued my aggressive attention to his saliva-covered cock, licking, sucking and deep-throating that stiff rod. I pushed his pants down to his ankles, giving me better access to his up-right cock and smooth balls, both of which I consumed like a starving sailor. I wet my finger with saliva, then returned to find and insert it in his tight asshole. As I bobbed my head up and down on his throbbing cock, my finger probed that magic spot that is central to all erotic feelings in men. He yelped and stiffened as he grabbed my head and held it on his cock. I knew the nuclear explosion that was coming and prepared with a deep breath. He rammed his hard cock deep down my throat as I felt his body stiffen. I also felt – not tasted – his first volley of hot cum shoot directly into my stomach. But I quickly pulled back to let my tongue furiously stroke that shooting cockhead. I swallowed once but held the rest of that sweet man-juice that poured into my mouth.
Finally, with a couple of shudders and thrusts down my throat, he relaxed a bit, gulping for air. "Damn, that was one of the best I've ever had,," he gasped
I pulled off his slick cock and slid up, letting my lips touch his. As his lips opened, so did mine and the cum I had been holding slid smoothly into his mouth. Our tongues caresses each other in familiarity as he gulped down his own juice. "A little something to keep your energy up as you ride today," I said.
He lay there motionless as he regained his breathing. I looked once more at this magnificent body I had just consumed and leaned forward to give him one last soft kiss. "It's the East Coast, baby! It's all good here!" I said as I picked up my camera and quickly disappeared.
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Note to readers: you might enjoy some of my other stories: Just search for Joxn under Authors or look in the Archived section for: Blown Away in Paris; Camp Ground Fun; Confessions of a Cocksucker; Delivering Pizza; Glory; Moonlight Madness; Mowing Results; Rolf Riding; The Stag; The Tree; Using the Club; Harry and Curt, and Texas Training. Enjoy life!
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