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Motorcycle Ride
Trust. It's not a commodity I pass out freely. When Derek suggested a 2 a.m. ride on his motorcycle, however, his sparkling blue eyes defeated me. Yet I could not really account for how I came to be on this hurtling machine, on this vacant highway, with this passionate youth.
My arms squeezed about his slender sculptured midsection, my heart thrashing against his back. Derek was fearless, his shirt open and flapping behind him, the wind slapping against his hairless torso. As my hand came to rest upon his pebble hard nipple, the eroticism of the ride washed away my fears.
Then it became clear. This was not a motorcycle ride. It was a wordless primitive seduction. Derek was prying free my desire, shamelessly flaunting his sexuality through the angry growl of the engine.
Vibrations rattled though the seat, making my penis slither against Derek's full ass. The headlight stabbed into the heavy darkness. At times, the road seemed to disappear beneath us, leaving us tumbling uncontrollably in empty space. My right hand probed between Derek's thighs to grip his denim encased spike. When I gave it a squeeze, the bike roared his approval. My brain was awash in the power of the moment. I was to live or die according to the skill of this lust filled boy. But I would not wish to be any place but under his hungry will, my head buried in the soft nape of his neck. I prayed for it to end while encouraging him to go faster. Sexual energy sparked from him, lighting the stars and the moon.
When I believed I could endure it no longer, he turned into a deserted patch of woods. He obviously had been there before, as he navigated along dirt trails invisible in the night. Soon, we emerged in a 30ft. clearing completely enveloped by towering trees. The full moon lit the enclosure. The silence was startling when the motorcycle sputtered dead. My arms released him and he swung his long athletic leg over the bike. I stood to dismount but sat back down when he turned and sat backwards on the gas tank. He rested his back between the handle bars. Two neat rows of stomach muscles descended into his perfectly fit jeans. When he lifted his arms over his head, I could see a tuft of soft dark hair under each arm, revealed by his open shirt. His sea blue eyes fixed on me, trying to determine what to do. He lifted his feet onto the seat behind me so his legs encircled me without touching me. I needed him to say something. At last he did.
"Are you afraid of me?", he asked, sensing his authority. "No, I don't think so.", I replied weakly. "You know why I brought you here, don't you?" Derek smiled lewdly. I nodded. In a single fluid motion, he lifted himself from the handlebars and let the shirt slip off to the ground. He was finished being subtle. He brought his model perfect face to an inch from mine, so close his breath dried the moisture from my lips.
Unashamed, he declared, " I need sex. Can you give it to me?" My entire body spasmed as I answered, "Yes, Oh God yes!" With that urgent response, my impending lover sucked my mouth onto his. We crushed our needy faces together, careless of where we kissed, across chins, and noses, and eyes. My thin t-shirt interfered, so he ripped it away with an effortless flex of his groping hands. It lay on the ground in tatters next to his. I probed up and down the hills and valleys of his delightfully developed back. I longed to stroke his smooth chest, but it remained bonded to mine, shoving me down onto the seat. Derek's furious hips scraped our still clothed erections into each other. Our shafts struggled to get free like mortal enemies sworn to do battle or die. The intensity of our dry fuck spiraled so high that we lost our precarious balance and toppled over. In midair, we rotated, so it was Derek who landed roughly on his back, me crashing on top. We landed so hard I feared he might be hurt. My fears were relieved when he moaned, "Get me out of these clothes!" I scrambled off and removed his dirty boots. He helped by undoing his buttons and fly and lifting his mouth watering butt off the grass. It still required three good tugs at the bottom of his jeans leg before they flew into my lap. I crawled back over him to admire his perfectly formed hard-on. It was ideally proportioned to fit his sleek, twenty year old body. I noticed it curved slightly upward, as if it wanted to hide it's rose colored knob in his indented naval. His fury balls were small and tucked snugly against the root of his shaft. The tip glistened from sweat and foreplay. Having seen all there was to see, my head zeroed in to taste my newly discovered prize. "Wait" he blurted. Oh fuck, what could I have done wrong? "If I remember this game right," he said, "I showed you mine, now you have to show me yours." I looked down to my waste and realized I still had on my pants. I stood up over him, my feet on either side of his narrow waste. I slipped my underwear and pants down together, until they draped over Derek's belly. The moonlight cast the shadow of my prick onto his chin and neck. His jaw slackened and the black silhouette disappeared at his mouth. I longed to replace it with the real thing. "Suck my cock", he demanded, knowing I would comply. This young man was no compliant lover. He positioned me sitting down and eased his live giver into my mouth. He wanted to be standing so he could take part in the slippery, slurping movement. We began slowly, letting the vein under his hard ride the soft groove of my tongue. I've loved legs since junior high and Derek's were ideal, long and compact, with each muscle clearly defined under slightly furry skin. My fingertips caressed each one like a fine musician playing a harp. My lover instinctively knew how deep he could go to maximize the sensation without provoking a gag. Not once did I have to pull back or force him to slow. Oddly, the entire time, he reached down and tenderly stroked the underside of my chin, as if to comfort me. "So sweet", he hissed. "So hot and wet." I loved his encouragement. As the tart taste of pre-cum stimulated my senses, he pulled out. "I need to get fucked", he said, "You want my tight ass?" He sank down over me, determined to be on top even when getting screwed. He firmly guided my rock hard dick to his hole, squatting above my hips. When we were correctly positioned, he relaxed, letting his furnace like tightness engulf me. His silken bottom made contact with my pelvis. He then stopped. I looked up at the spectacle of this angel, impaled on me in the cool breezy starlight. I fought the urge to cum. When the boy had successfully accommodated my shaft, he shifted his knees to either side of me. He did not begin the usual up and down motion I expected. Instead, he leaned forward until his face was above mine and began rocking forward and back. The pace steadily increased, causing my penis to slip in and out of him. I nearly couldn't stand the feeling. I could see Derek needed to look into the eyes of the man who fucked him. Our souls locked.
His hair swayed and sweat dripped. He was too far forward to reach my lips, so he kissed my forehead, my hands in his light brown hair. He road me like he road the bike next to us, with the love of the thrill, the wildness of youth. "I'm getting close baby!", I warned. "Not yet, just hold on!", he pleaded in return. His bottom chewed on me like a toothless mouth while he glided at a fevered speed. Our sex was mindless and primitive. We joined at the core not the intellect. Suddenly, he raised himself upright, jacking his hardness with me fully inside him. A low groan oozed from him, getting louder and louder. Then, his shiny chest heaved as he swallowed a huge lungful of air. He held it for a moment. Finally, as his over stimulated penis spit it's first load, he screamed. Not an average orgasmic gasp or moan, but a full volume, ear shattering shriek. His roar was pulled from the very core of his being, his face bright purple, even in the dim light. Veins bulged from his neck and his fingers curled into tense claws. His cock fired rope after rope of thick semen. His asshole constricted so violently as he convulsed, I thought I would be pinched off inside him. My ears rang from the deafening blast of sound. When his storm subsided, his seed was everywhere, over my head, in my hair, my face. Derek's seizure was so extreme, I hardly realized I had filled him with my cum at the same time. Drained, Derek collapsed onto the dew wet grass. I propped myself up, using his motorcycle for support. He now looked innocent and boyish, not at all the starving man of just minutes ago. He smiled his dimpled smile and said, "I guess you can see why I like to come way out here." ++++++++++++++++++++++ If you like this, send me an Email at ManWriter@aol.com with something of your own.