Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2005 22:38:29 -0700
From: Leather Cowboy <lthrcowboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bikes and Leather V

It must have been around noon before Paul felt Jim start to move around in
bed next to him and slowly opened his eyes to the morning light. It had
been one hell of a night and he had muscles aching that he hadn't used in
months.  Bart had proved to be one of the best fucks he'd had in a long
time. His ass couldn't get enough cock, and after he and Jim had fucked it
together in a hot three way, Bart had sucked Paul's 10" slab back to life
and mounted it for another long ride.  Paul was a little amazed that his
cock wasn't raw from all the fuckin and suckin it had been through the
previous night.

Paul could feel his pole start to come back to life as he remembered the
fuck feast.  He opened his eyes and saw Jim still sleeping.  A big grin on
his face and a hard cock between his legs.  "Must be thinking about last
night," Paul thought to himself.

Bart wasn't anywhere to be seen, and when he got up to take a piss, found a
note taped to the bathroom mirror.

      "You fuckers are one hot pair.  My ass has never had such attention
or felt so great.  You men know how to satisfy a hungry hole and I'm
grateful to be your cum dump.  Thanks buddies.  Let's get together again
soon."

                  Bart

His telephone number followed.

"Sounds damn hot to me," Paul thought.  "Not too many men can take a hot
fuck from two big studs at the same time and come back for more dick right
away afterward.  Damn, though, it's getting late, better get a move one
it."

Paul turned on the shower and stepped into the warm water.  Taking the bar
of soap he lathered up his cock and balls that had given him and Bart so
much pleasure.  He knew how lucky he was to be given such a fine piece of
meat and a couple of nice low hangin balls.  The pleasure he'd given both
men and women in his insatiable desire to fill hungry holes of flesh had
been a great reward.  It was no wonder he had so many friends who kept
coming back to be filled by the monster that he'd so expertly learned to
use with unexcelled talent.  He was a true stud, and a cocky one at that,
he laughed to himself.  If folks liked the pleasure of his cock, he was
more than willing to oblige them. Although, he had to admit, bein balls
deep in Bart's ass with Jim fuckin along side had been one of the best
fucks he'd ever experienced.  He hadn't even needed to move, and with Jim
doin all the thrustin right along side his own cock, it had been pure
pleasure.

Paul turned off the shower and toweled off.  After putting his jeans back
on and adjusting his cock and balls, he pulled on the black boots and
leather chaps that had gotten so much wear the night before.  A stream of
dried cum ran down the leg of the latter where Jim, after one mighty push
in Bart's ass hole, had pulled out in ecstasy and shot a huge load down
Paul's leather leg.  Paul smiled at the man brand he'd received.

Paul finished getting dressed, put on his jacket and gloves and left Jim a
note saying he'd be back later in the day after running a few errands.
Maybe, he thought to himself, they could pick up from where they'd left off
several days before with opening Jim's love chute and initiating it into
the pleasure of taking cock.

Paul tried to gently close the door as he went out, but when he turned on
the big bike he'd parked in the drive, knew that if the noise from the
motor didn't wake Jim, probably nothing would.  He laughed at his efforts
to be quiet when he realized the roar of the machine as he pulled out would
wake anyone still napping in the early afternoon.

The hog felt good between his legs and the air in his face refreshed him.
He wouldn't have objected to staying in bed and playing with Jim for the
rest of the day, but right now a ride in the afternoon sun felt just as
satisfying.  He could take care of that urge tonight.  Right now he wanted
to open up the iron horse on the country roads around where he lived and
get some bike time.

He knew the perfect road, as he turned the machine onto the state highway
It was not often used since the interstate was built almost parallel to it,
but the road had plenty of curves and hills that made motorcycling a dream.
Paul rolled the throttle back and the bike picked up speed.  Inching over
the 50 mph speed limit, he continued to roar down the road topping out at
65 on the straight a ways.  So far he hadn't even seen a car, the road was
so deserted.

Miles rolled by as Paul laid the bike around the corners and raced up and
down the country hills.  The adrenaline raced through his veins as he
became one with the machine in a unified form of steel and leather.  Paul
was lost in the rush when suddenly the flashing of red and blue lights
caught his attention in the rear view mirrors.  "Damn," he thought to
himself.  "What the hell is he doing out here?"

Paul slowed his bike down and pulled over to the side of the road while a
police motorcycle pulled up behind him.  Unknown to Paul, he'd stopped next
to the rest area where Jim had mated his new found fuck buddy just the day
before.

Paul watched as the cop dismounted his own HOG and walked toward him.  The
policeman was at least 6'6", wearing a tight leather motorcycle cop jacket
over his barrel chest, unzipped half way down, half helmet and tight short
gloves.  He also had on the mirrored sun glasses that reflected everything
and added a mystery to the person behind them.  His stride was long in his
knee high black polished boots with a tight fitting stretch biker breeches
tucked into the tops.  Paul gazed into the mirror and couldn't take his
eyes off the crotch of this guy.  It wasn't his imagination that this
fucker was huge in the manhood department as the material bulged around his
amply filled basket.

"It's a great day for a ride," the cop said, "but do you know how fast you
were going, man?"

"Actually, officer, I don't, I was distracted and my mind was elsewhere,"
Paul stammered as he kept eyeing the cop's cock that was outlined through
his pants.  Hell, he could even see the outline of the head of the monster
the patrolman was swinging.

"Looks like you still might be," he grinned, noticing that Paul's eyes kept
drifting from looking into his sunglasses down to just below his belt.
"But that's not entirely unusual, considering the weather and road and
all," the cop grinned, rubbing his gloved hand over his cock.

Paul wondered if he should take the bait and let this hot stud know that he
was interested in more than motorcycling right now.  "Yup," he said,
rubbing his own crotch and squeezing his hardening cock, "lot of things out
here to distract a man, and get him all excited," he smiled back.

"Pull in the back of the rest area over there and maybe we can get your
mind back on important matters.  Can't have you too distracted while you're
ridin.  Better to take care of those things before you get back on the
road," the cop said as he squeezed tightly the big cock that was obviously
coming to life down his leg.

Paul started his machine and the cop followed him to a parking area near a
picnic table out of sight of the highway.  Paul had barely turned off his
bike and dismounted with the big cop walked up to him and planted a big lip
lock on his mouth.  With helmets knocking together, his hard tongue worked
its way deep into Paul's mouth and began probing insides.

Coming up for a breath, Paul moaned, "You are one hot fucker, man"

"Thanks buddy.  I was hopin you'd be up for this when I pulled you over.  I
thought the same thing when I saw you tear off down the road.  You are so
hot in your leathers," he said.  "By the way, the name's Jake."

"Jake, I'm Paul, and it looks like this might be one of the best rides I've
had on this road in a long time."

"Hope so," Jake said as his leathered hand worked its way into Paul's
jacket and found a hardening nipple, pulling it roughly.  With the other
hand he reached down to Paul's crotch and squeezed on the boner he'd
sprouted.  "I just think it will be," he said as he locked another wet kiss
hard on Paul.

Paul would have been foolish to think that Jake was not experienced in
stopping guilty drivers and knowing what to do when they focused on his
cock and balls in his tight motorcycle pants.  At least once a day he'd be
propositioned for someone to work over his cock.  He never took women up on
their offers, though.  He'd learned early in life that although most girls
were at first interested in the giant meat he carried, most chickened out
or made him pull it out when he'd just started to dive in.  Men, on the
other hand, had always worshiped his cock, and a hot ass could work him
over unlike any female pussy could, he imagined.  Through experience, he'd
been able to develop a talent to seduce even the straightest men.  When
they saw his snake start to grow, they were as interested in touching and
feeling it as anyone.  When that happened, he was pretty sure he'd have
their ass.  First giving them a good blow job while they played with his
cock, and then getting his tongue in their hole and getting it all wet,
followed by his long fingers playing with that hot male gland, the
prostate, most were eager to have him continue stroking that love nut with
his long cock.  Leather bikers, though, were his favorite.  The smell and
feel of leather usually got him and most biker studs he'd met were hot for
some good fuckin.

Jake knew Paul was one of those men.  He could tell Paul wasn't a regular
in getting fucked, but he needed and wanted it now.  Paul put both arms
around the stud's muscled back and pulled him closer.  He rubbed his own
cock up against the beauty that Jake had between his legs Two big cocks
started sawing back and forth in a primal dance of superiority.  Rubbing,
measuring, comparing, to determine which man snake was going to be superior
and take the other first

Knowing from experience that the stud to make the first move usually ends
up on top, Jake moved his hand to his zipper and slowly pulled it down.
The cool air felt good on his hot skin as he grabbed his hard cock and
pulled it out of its tight confine.  "Is this what you were looking for
buddy?  Is this what you wanted when I pulled you over?" he whispered into
Paul's ear just before his tongue worked its way inside.  "You wanna feel
this big cock?" he urged as he took Paul's hand and wrapped it around the
thick shaft.  "That's it man, your hand feels so good on my cock.  It's all
yours.  Do with it what you want.  Kiss it and make it your own."

Paul felt the powerful cop put his hand on his head and gently push it
down.  Paul knew what his new friend wanted, and Paul was anxious to oblige
He had to have that hard piece of steel in his mouth; deep in his throat.
He needed to taste the precum that by now was flowing from the hole on the
big cock head and getting his glove wet.

Paul fell to his knees, his eyes and mouth even with the big dick.  He was
eager to take the whole thing, but first wanted to feel the balls that were
still encased in Jake's tight pants.  Licking around the head with his
tongue, Paul reached inside and felt for the hanging ball sack and pulled
the low hangers out.  Damn, he thought, they perfectly matched the big cock
whose head he was now slurping over.  The man's nuts must have been as big
as golf balls and hung from a big ball sack.  Pulling on them made Jake
moan in pleasure.  Soon Paul had the big cock half way down his throat and
pullin hard on the ball sack.  Opening as wide as his jaw would go, he
leaned his back and willed his throat to open. The giant head slid past his
larynx and soon he felt the big balls resting on his chin.  Paul couldn't
breathe, but he didn't care.  He had every inch of this stud's beautiful
cock down his throat.

"Oh yeah, man, take that cock down your throat.  Pull on those balls and
make em yours.  It's all yours, buddy.  You know you want it ever which
way."  Paul's head was moving fast over the hard cock now as it pistoned
itself into his willing mouth and down his tight throat.  The cop was
keeping Paul concentrating on the shaft with his hand on the back f his
head, forcing it to accommodate the huge intruder.  Yet Paul didn't gag; he
wanted to satisfy this man.  He needed to show this stud he could take
anything he had to offer, and it soon became obvious that the stud leather
cop was going to offer much more

"On your back over your bike, buddy," the cop ordered.  "And get those
jeans off in the process.  I need to taste some ass."

Paul let the big boner slide out of his mouth and stood up.  His hot cop
stood before him and started to unbutton his chaps and jeans.  He pulled
them down and Paul stepped out of them.  "Put the chaps back on," Jake
commanded.  "Ok," he said when Paul once again had the chaps belted off,
his hard cock and butt now exposed.  "Now, straddle your bike backwards,
with your back over the gas tank."

Paul mounted the bike, as told, and laid down over the tank, his ass on the
seat and cock sticking straight up.  "Oh, yeah, man, that's how I want
you," Jake moaned.  "Good and open for me" Jake's one gloved hand started
milking Paul's hard erection and the other started working on the low
hanging balls.  "You got one fine tool, there, man.  Bet you've made a few
boys squeal in your time," he said as his tongue started to circle the
enflamed head.  The cop's long tongue circled the big head of Paul's shaft
and darted into the piss hole on top.  Paul moaned as the stud's mouth
closed over the helmet head and slowly worked it's way down the entire
shaft.  "Damn," Paul thought, "this stud can stuck a mean cock too, and
he's got me so fuckin hot."  "That's right fucker," he moaned, "eat that
man spear and suck out all the precum that's flowin."

Just as Paul thought about all the precum he was churnin out, he felt the
cop's leather finger circling around his tight ass hole, working to get
inside.  He watched as the stud took his leather finger and put it in
Paul's mouth.  "Suck on this and get it all wet.  I want to work that tight
ass of yours over and get it hot and excited," the cop urged.  Paul took
the finger in his mouth and got it as slicked up as he possibly could,
knowing that the finger would soon be working over his tight rose bud.

With his mouth still working over Paul's big cock, his finger probed once
again at the man hole beneath.  Circling it in anticipation, the finger
finally pushed hard to gain entrance.  Paul knew what pleasure awaited its
entrance, and pushed out to welcome the intrusion.  The finger glided into
the hot tunnel, and soon was rubbing on waiting prostate inside.

"Oh fuck yeah, stud.  You found it.  You got this hole hot and goin, man.
Keep rubbin that love nut and you'll have this cunt open in no time."

"That's what I'm workin for, man.  Aim to fill it full of this cock you
just feasted on," Jake snarled.  "Don't want to tear you up before I fuck
you good, though."

"Hell yeah, man.  Get it good and open.  I need that big cock of yours bad.
It's been too long since I've had a good fuckin.  I want that fat dick deep
inside.  Make me your cop bitch."  Paul couldn't believe the words he was
uttering.  He was rapidly becoming the bitch pig with this man he found so
powerful.  He hadn't been fucked much before, but he knew this was one hunk
he wanted to take his pussy and fill it with cum.  And without missing a
beat, that was exactly what Jake intended.  Soon he had two fingers working
open the hole that was now welcoming the hard thrusts.  In fact, Paul
pulled his legs back to his chest to allow the cop easier and deeper
access. His head was spinning as the man kept sucking on his shaft while
fingering his chute.

Finally Paul couldn't take it any more.  He needed this man bad; wanted his
very being deep inside.  He wanted to give himself to this stud and bond
with him.

Eric quit his furious blow job and asked Paul, "Are you sure you're ready
for this?  It might hurt at first?  I'll be gentle,, though."

"Hell yeah, stud," Paul almost screamed, "I've been waiting for this for a
long time. I need you to breed this bitch and fill me with your cop cum.
Fuck me now stud."

Jake left his fingers in Pauls enflamed ass and mounted the bike.  He took
a packet of lube from his jacket pocked and tore it open with his teath He
squirted a big blob on his swollen dick and the remainder on Paul's
enflamed hole.  Jake worked it as deep inside as he could, and jacked his
cock to spread that around.  He took Pauls legs and put them over his
shoulders and with his hand, aimed the giagantic spear at the open hole.
"Ok, buddy.  You know what to do.  I'm goin in now, nice and easy.  I need
this man cunt of yours bad."

Paul felt the giant head probe at his enflamed hole and push steadily until
it popped inside.  The outer ring snapped around the cock head, trapping it
inside.  "Oh man, you are so fuckin tight," Jake moaned, as he slowly
pushed more hard dick inside Paul's welcoming chute.  "Just a little bit
more, buddy, and you'll have everything I got to offer."

Paul's ass had never been opened so wide as with the gigantic shaft now
buried deep inside.  His legs shot out to allow more access.  He felt every
inch of the monster invade as it rubbed on his enflamed prostate, sending
electric shocks through his body.  Paul took a deep breath at the sudden
invasion and pushed out on his ass hole like he was taking a dump and felt
the big boner glide the final few inches to his very depths.  Jake rested a
few minutes, knowing he'd bottomed out.  Both men looked deep into the
other's eyes while getting used to the feeling of that initial entry; Paul
to the fullness of having a big cock deep inside his gut; Jake to the tight
and hot wetness that surrounded his manhood.  Both men basked in the
pleasure they were giving each other, when Jake leaned over and planted a
big wet kiss on Paul.  "Oh man, you are so fuckin tight and hot around me.
I can tell you like my cock up there cause your pussy is so tight making me
feel so damn good. "

With this Paul gave his butt a squeeze to let the invader know that he was
right, he wanted that cock in there and to make it feel good.  Jake took
the cue and pulled his swollen shaft part of the way out and slammed it
back in.

"Oh fuck, man, that's what I want.  Feed me that cock Lay it deep in my
gut.  Rape my hole," Paul urged.

With possession of the hole and permission to ravish it, Jake pulled his
fucker out until only the big flanged head caught on the outer ring.
Feeling the cool air on his exposed muscle, he rammed the rod back in.
Picking up speed his hips battered the man, forcing his dick into parts of
the ass that had never been invaded before.

"I love you cock man.  I love what it's doin to me.  Keep fuckin me hard
man.  Keep your balls bangin on my ass.  I'm gonna cum man.  You're gonna
make me cum. "

Jake knew he could get Paul to off at any moment, but he didn't want to
yet.  This was one of the best fucks he'd had in a long time, and he wanted
it to last.  Paul knew how to work his ass and take the boner that was
being fed him. He'd fucked enough hot men to know what a stud wanted. He
knew how to squeeze the big cock when it was pulling out and open up when
it slammed back inside.  How to work in rhythm with the hung stud and fuck
back as he was accepting the offering.  Paul couldn't get enough and
eagerly used his hot chute to suck the energy from the mighty dick.

Jake picked up speed as Paul worked over his shaft from the inside.  "Oh
fuck man, you've got one hell of a fine ass.  You really know how to work
over a man's cock," he snorted as he rammed in deeper.  Sweat was flowing
off both men as they worked in unison.  One giving every inch of his
manhood; the other taking all that was offered.  Every time Jake forced
himself into Paul's upturned ass, Paul rose up to meet it, to get it
deeper, to ride it harder.

"Oh man, you are fuckin me so deep.  I love you cock in my ass.  I'm gonna
cum man.  Rub that giant head over my love nut again.  Fuck yeah!  You got
it good man.  Make me cum fucker.  Fill me up with your man juice."

Jake picked up speed, thrusting savagely into the hot butt he was about to
breed.  "You got it buddy.  Fuck yeah I'm gonna fill you good.  Get ready
to be splashed.  Come for me at the same time, pig.  Cum with me, man.  I'm
gonna shoot.  Oh fuck.  Oh fuck.  Oh fuuuuuck," Jakc screamed as he shot
volley after volley into the hot man before him.

Paul felt the big cock in his now enflamed and loose ass hole swell up and
he knew the powerful man was about to take his ass and make it his own.
Feeling it rub even more of his excited prostate made him lose all sense of
where he was.  "Gawd damn, stud, you're making me cum, fuck this boy's ass
and make him cum.  I'm cumin for you, man, here it cums.  GAWD DAMN
FUCKER," he roared as the first load from his balls shot out onto Jakes
leather jacket.  He could feel Jake pumping big loads into his hot ass as
he shot round after round onto the stud's chest.  Both men lost all sense
of time and space, their very being existing only in their cock and man
hole and the pleasure each was deriving from the hot sex from the other.

Jake finally finished blasting the hot man below and fell forward onto his
chest.  His cock still hard and rooted in the man's chute he'd just taken.
Sweating and panting from a hard work out, both felt the pounding heart
beat of the other.

"That was so fuckin hot," Jake finally said between gasps "I don't think
I've had such a good fuck ever."

"I know I sure haven't, Stud," Paul moaned, "and for a man who usually does
the riding, you can take this boy's ass any day, Mr. Policeman."