Date: Sat, 4 Jul 2015 00:36:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: gt <oldtxsub@yahoo.com>
Subject: Another Holiday Alone

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It was another holiday alone. The divorce was final, she had the house, the
money, her boyfriends and everything else I had worked for twenty years.

I lived in a one room efficiency, with a bedroll, and camping cook kit. The
only thing I had gotten out with was my road bike and bike clothes. But
that was all really cared about.

I don't know why she was so pissed when I went out and slept with someone,
she had been doing it for years. Maybe it was the fact that it was her
boyfriend at the time. I think what pissed her off was that he told her he
liked fucking me more than her.

He wasn't my first, in high school and college I had experimented with
other guys a lot.  But after college I went the straight route, married,
good career, big house, etc.

After about five years of marriage she started sleeping around.  Frankly I
didn't much care it kept her for bugging me about sex. I just didn't enjoy
it with her and the only way I could cum with her was thinking about my
college days with Matt the all-star linebacker for the college football
team. After she caught us it all went quick – the divorce, my career and
everything except the bike. After my boss had got a picture of me being
mounted by Tom it took him a minute to have security clear out by the desk
and toss me out the back door.

At 50 I was broke, almost homeless, unemployed but free. Frankly it was the
happiest I had been in years.

Holidays were hard because we used to have big parties at our pool with
lots of couples and alcohol. My game was guessing which guy she would take
to the pool house for a quickie. I was getting good at figuring it out
pretty quick. But this fourth it was me my bike and miles of road. Dressed
in my lycra shorts and jersey I set off at about 7am with a planned
125-mile ride.

I suppose I didn't come off as a hottie, 50, a little pudgy, shaved head
and legs but I felt good in my tight shorts and tops.

By 9am I was 40 miles out in the country. The temperature was probably near
90 and I was covered with sweat. This is when it felt relay good to be free
of her, free of everything – no responsibility or scheduled to worry
about.

OK my sex live was nowhere – jacking off to the pictures of hot leather
covered men on Tumblr and the authoritarian stories in the gay section of
nifty, some had cream and a vibrator was it – but better than sneaking
off to the bathroom at work and jacking off. I was daydreaming and didn't
see the broken beer bottle. Pop two flats at twenty miles an hour is not a
good thing. I lost control of the bike and as it fell I skidded on my butt
on the pavement. When I came to a stop I laid there trying to see if
anything was broken. It turns out just my pride and the lycra on my shorts
is all that suffered.

I got up looked at the bike, it ok but two flats and one spare tube. I was
in the shit. I checked myself – a few scrapes but nothing
serious. Unfortunately, I had torn the shorts and the left cheek of my ass
was hanging out for all to see.

With one tube there was no way to ride back, I had to find a place to call
a cab. There was no way I could walk and no one to call for help. I didn't
have a cell phone no money no need.

I tried to figure which way to start walking.

I think a small town I had passed was just five miles down the road. Well
not much to do but head out and hope someone comes along to give me a ride.

I started walking. At least I still had water and some snacks for the ride.

This might have been a pain but better than watching her flirt with some
guy at the party and knowing his cum would soon be dripping out of her
cunt.

I must have walked about an hour when I heard a motorcycle coming up behind
me. I knew it was a Harley by the sound.

This is the only vehicle I had even heard since the blowouts, so it was my
only hope. I heard it coming up behind me real slow, as he was idling, I
just kept walking.

The cycle pulled up beside me going the same speed.

"looks like you got a problem boy."  I turned and on the Harley was one of
the biggest most muscular guys I had ever seen. He had on leather pants,
engineer boots, leather gloves no shirt just a harness across his hair
covered the chest. Che was tattooed all over. Instinctively I said "yes
Sir, I had two flats and only one tube?"

"Well you `ve got a long walk ahead of you, boy. I would give you a ride
but no place for that bike-besides I enjoy following you looking at that
cute ass hanging out.

Tell you what though we could hide your bike here in the woods, then you
ride with me to my place we will get you cleaned up then go get you bike in
my pickup truck."

"I was a little concerned but what the hell I really had no choice. "Hide
the bike and then climb on behind me, boy" Again, all I could say was "yes
Sir".

I hid the bike in the woods and climbed on behind him.

"My name is Greg I told him."  Thats ok to me your boy and you can just
keep calling me sir." He laughed and we drove off. "Better hold on boy put
your arms around me because we are going to be going fast, and I don't want
to lose you, yet!" I grabbed his sweaty body and held on the speedometer
was showing 70 miles and hours, it actually felt safe as I held on tight.

In about ten minutes we pulled off onto a dirt road. About a mile down the
dirt road we came to a big metal shed. He stopped the bike and opened the
door and we drove in. Well this is it boy house, garage and shop all in
one.

In one corner was a bathroom, the other a king size bed a table and small
kitchen. The rest was a dirt floor now with the bike and the pickup parked
in the middle.

At least the bathroom and bed were on concrete – but there were no
interior walls everything was wide open. In one corner it looked like
workout or something equipment, there was something that looked like a
vaulting horse, some kind of cross and lots of robes and chains.

"There is the shower boy, get undressed and clean yourself up your kind of
stink. Give me those clothes and I will take care of them." I ask him if
there was a place to change clothes. "Right here boy, just strip I assume
you got a dick just like me now strip and get in there." Not much to do, I
wanted that shower and it's just like being at the gym. I peeled off bike
shorts and jersey and handed them to him.

He started laughing- "well boy you haven't got a dick like me, that thinks
is smaller than my girlfriends clit." He was right and I was embarrassed, I
was small three inches hard if I was lucky.  I turned red all over and kind
of ran to the shower. I got there and there was no shower door or
curtain. I turned in one with my back to him and soaped up. The water felt
great, it had been hot in the building but the water was cold and felt
great.

I turned around and he was standing there right outside the shower naked.

"Look at this boy, this is a real cock, isn't it".

I had to admit it was it had to be nine inches long and four around, cut
and hard an as a rock.

"you like what you see don't you boy?  You're a cock sucking fag aren't
you, boy". I just stood there. Suddenly he pushed me up against the wall I
slipped in the water and fell to the floor.  "let's get this straight boy I
ask you a question, or tell you to do something you do it. The only time
you need to open that mouth is to put a real Man's cock in it. Now soap me
up boy I need a shower. "But..." the word barely made it out of my mouth
when he slapped me across the mouth. I could taste the blood, I just LAID
the floor under the shower. "Boy, that is just a sample."  I started to cry
and curled up under the water.

"Get up know boy!"  he growled. I stood up covering myself with my hands.

"Move those hands boy, I want to see that tiny dick.

Well looks like you actually enjoy this that little boy is hard!" He was
laughing again.  You're a fag aren't you boy – let me hear you tell me
you're a cocksucking fag." I just stood there. Well I see you don't quite
understand your position, boy." He grabbed my arm and twisted it behind y
back until I collapsed on the floor again. "You a worthless piece of shit
only good for serving a real man, now get up or pay the price." I just laid
there, I was a 50-year-old Man, used to have a great job making six
figures, a big house with a pool; now here I am naked on the floor being
ordered around by a brute, and what is worse I was excited, more sexually
excited than I have ever been. All of a sudden warm water was hitting my
face and head; I turned and he was pissing on me; I tried to move but he
put his foot on me and held me down while he finished pissing.

"That's what your good for the boy, to piss on. Now get up on your knees
and clean my cock like the cocksucker you are." I just lay there. Boy it's
that or I am going to pick you up and throw you out the door naked 30 miles
from the town and you can figure how to get out of this mess." I knew what
I had to do , I got on my knees, he grabbed by head and forced his massive
manhood into my mouth.  "Now suck me off, boy. You bite me and you won't
have a tooth left in your pathetic fag head."  As scared and humiliated as
I was I was getting more excited, a cock in my mouth felt so natural, the
hot pulsing meat filled me. As he thrust and fucked my face I felt I would
cum myself, I needed this I wanted this is where I belonged. How had he
known? His thrusting got faster he was close. "Don't waste a drop boy,
swallow every drop of my Man juice. With this I own you. You are my little
slave cum slut." Just then he shot a huge load of cum down my throat, it
was heaven. Never before had I felt so fulfilled, so sure that this is
where I belonged.

He pulled out and wiped the end of his cock on my face. "Now boy tell me
what you are."  "Sir, I am a cock sucking fag."

"Right boy and what are you good for?"  "satisfying and obeying real Men,
Sir."

"Right, a boy and who do you belong to? "You, Sir."

"And when do you open your mouth boy?"

"Only to put you cock in it, sir" Well, boy your right but it is for any
cock. I have friends who would love to play with you." Now get that soap
and soap me up and clean yourself, we are going out. I did as I was
told. When I was done he looked at me and said "We can't have you going out
hard like that, jack yourself and eat the cum, slut." I was hard as a rock
and it only took a few strokes till I had a hand full of my own cum. "Lick
it all up slut and let's go; you can wear these, my girlfriends pink satin
short shorts."

"But what about my clothes?"

"They're gone boy you won't ever need them again. But you will need this,"
and he handed me a dog collar; "put this on bitch." We are going to a bar
to meet my friends who will love to play with my new toy." I put the shorts
on, they felt good, the collar was another thing it had spikes on the
inside that dug into my neck. He snapped a leash on the collar as soon as
it was on and pulled me to my knees and out to the truck. "in the back of
the truck fag where you belong." It seemed that at that moment my life had
changed.