Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 23:06:03
From: Kevin None of your business <kevin_b@hotmail.com>
Subject: Down on Dyke Road 3

I didn't make it to my favorite spot on Thursday, the day after my encounter
with Henry and his girlfriend Tracy.  I had crews working at several sites,
and had to make sure they were all doing what they were supposed to be
doing, and by the time I was done it was already into the evening and the
ball-and-chain was waiting for me, so I went home.  But the delight I'd had
in that encounter stayed with me, putting a spark into my soul, a delightful
bounce in my step, and a smile all over my face.  Like my time with Brad, I
had gone home and almost immediately put the events of my first threesome
down on my laptop, ready to email it to Nifty as soon as I next logged on.
It occurred to me that it wasn't much of a threesome, though.  I had never
touched her, nor really wanted to, since his lean and toned young body and
that rippling hard cock were what drew my attention!

The next day was Friday, and I woke up early, eagerly anticipating what
would happen on Saturday with Brad, and hoping that the time before that
didn't drag on and on.  At the office, meeting after meeting ensued, and any
thoughts I'd had of leaving a little early and making it down to Dyke Road
seemed to disappear.

But then miraculously, just after three p.m., everything coalesced and
suddenly fell into place, and I soon found myself racing down the parkade
and getting in my car and driving to the river.  Would I get lucky today?
My mind raced with the erotic possibilities.

I parked a little further down the road than normal, not wanting to be a
sitting duck for any cops or anyone even remotely freaky.  The fact that
someone had been able to track me down just from the posting of the story at
Nifty, no matter that it had turned out to be a deliciously sexy experience,
troubled me more than a little bit.  What if a fag-basher came looking for
me?  Recently a man had died in a city park from that, his life horribly
beaten from him with a baseball bat.  The hateful assholes were still out
there, and while I had cock fever and knew I'd never stop trying to find it,
I still had to be careful and consider my own personal safety.  I cursed the
world that it would produce such hateful people, and I cursed a god who
would allow such violence to happen amongst "his children".  What a joke.  A
benevolent god?  One who made children starve and made tribes go to war and
made suffering a worldwide event?  Hardly.  A god who let AIDS take the best
and brightest of our society?  Fuck him, I thought!

So I found myself at a peaceful riverside rest stop just east by a few
minutes from my previous hot spot.  I'd already had a hoot off my pipe, and
was feeling pretty mellow, so I just sat and watched the river flow by in
it's late-winter ferocity, and got centered again.  Enjoy the solitude and
quiet.  Let the troubles of the office fly away.  Get some emotional comfort
again.

Gulls bobbed up and down in the water, a huge blue heron circled by a few
times, obviously scanning the area for food and a safe place to land.  He
found it, not too far away from where I was parked, and I was treated to a
gloriously natural view of him landing and settling down.  Other smaller
birds skittered by here and there, and for a time while I smoked my cigar I
watched a tugboat pulling a barge of sawdust up the river, heading for one
of the processing plants upstream.

A car pulled in a few yards from me.  An old woman got out, to walk her dog.
  I watched her for awhile, letting her little white ball of hair run wild,
and saw her not bothering to pick up what the dog had deposited on the
trail.  As a bike rider I hate that, and thought about saying something to
her, but decided against it.  Bad karma.  Live and let live.  Peace and
contentment.  That was what I wanted now, and what I was prepared to give.

She drove away, and I peered down the river and spotted someone jogging,
heading for my position.  I noted it, and went back to my daydreaming and
watching the world go by.  Cars drove by on Dyke Road every once in awhile,
but none stopped to offer me a new cock to suck.  Oh well, such is life.
One surely can't get lucky every day, can one?

The jogger was closer now, and I could make out that it was a tall, older,
bespectacled man, wearing black spandex and a rainproof jacket and a
baseball cap.  The weather was still cool enough that his breath was making
huge clouds of steam in the air, and he was really huffing and puffing.  He
was pushing it today!

He passed by and gazed at me in my car, smoking on my cigar, probably
wondering why anyone would be damaging their health instead of doing
something about it like he was!  Oh well.  Takes all kinds, doesn't it?  I
stared intently at his tight ass as he went by, thinking about what it would
be like to caress those buns of steel as I inhaled his cock.  I remarked to
myself that his jogging was doing him a world of good.  For a man I presumed
to be in his late forties or early fifties, his ass was very bubble-like.
Round and firm in the spandex, it was begging for my tongue to worship every
square inch of flesh on his ass before spreading his cheeks apart for a more
serious and dedicated taste of his hot hole.  God, my mouth watered at that
thought, and I fast-forwarded to tomorrow, to Brad, and to being his
cockslut!

My own cock was hard in my jeans, and I was rubbing over it back and forth,
producing some delicious and delightful feelings inside me.  My cigar was
almost finished now, and I drew one last lung-full of smoke before throwing
the tiny stub out into the gravel of the parking area.  I leaned back in my
chair, watching the birds again and rubbing my cock through my jeans.  I
entertained the idea of freeing it, pulling it out of my jeans and stroking
myself to a good climax, reveling in the pleasure of cumming, of tasting and
relishing my own cum off my hands, but then thought the better of it.  I was
still in a public place, no matter how much this was becoming "my spot", and
the police might still show up at any time.  Better to be safe than sorry,
despite the fact that I was dying for a good cum.

I zoned out at that point, lost in the delirium of the moment.  I may have
even fallen asleep, I'm not sure, though I doubt it.  I think I just got
into a completely Zen kind of moment, a deep hypnotic time where my cares
and troubles disappeared and my mind raced to other universes.  Of course,
all these thoughts I was having that took me to these other places were
about sex, but that's what I am!  A sexual creature!

I remember coming back to earth to the sounds of feet pounding onto the
ground and getting closer, and looked to my left to see the jogger
returning.  He got to about thirty or so yards away and slowed to a walk,
huffing and puffing and then stopping to lean over, his hands on his knees,
his back arched, his legs straight and taut.  Even from that distance, I
could tell he was in good shape.  The way the spandex hugged his flesh
showed that his thighs were powerful, his calves distinct and very toned.
This is a man in great shape!  I was aroused and envious all at the same
time!

He walked a little bit, towards a picnic table that was on the small
beachfront area next to the gravel parking area, almost directly in front of
me.  He pulled his fanny-pack off, and tore off the Velcro strip that held
his little water bottle on.  Taking several big drains off the bottle, I
could hear the slurping sounds as he swallowed the liquid, refreshing
himself.  He wasn't looking at me, in fact he was pointing almost all the
way away from me, affording me another glorious look at his tight ass.  Did
I mind?  Are you kidding?  Fuck no!

His breathing was returning to normal, and he was alternating little
stretches of his legs, undoubtedly making sure nothing cramped up.  The sun
was starting to set now, the ambient light around us creeping away slowly,
the world getting ready for another evening.  Still, I could see him very
well, and all of a sudden he spun and sat down on the edge of the table.  My
eyes dropped from his face, which was definitely looking at me, to his
crotch, where a sizeable lump was forming.

Wow.  A very nice package, looking sexy in the dark spandex.

He smiled, and nodded, so I smiled and nodded back.  My window was still
open, so I leaned my head out and spoke.

"The running is probably better for you, but sometimes I just like to be
lazy and sit here and let my ass get big and watch the world go by!"

I heard a nice laugh, not forced at all.  "I know what you mean.  But I make
myself run anyway."

"Oh, don't get me wrong.  You're right.  I ride my mountain bike down this
trail a couple of times a week.  I used to run too.  And it does you good,
for sure.  You look like you're in great shape!"

I wondered if he'd take the double meaning of my sentence.  There was a
brief pause as he looked at me, and then he scanned both left and right,
looking for anyone else that might be approaching our area.  There was none.

"You think so?"

"Yes, from what I can see.  How often do you run here?"

"A few times a week, maybe three.  Unfortunately, work takes up a lot of my
time, so I don't run as often as I'd like.  I'm Richard," he added.

"Kevin.  Nice to meet you."

He nodded.  "A pleasure."

I wondered how he meant that, but then remembered that not everyone had my
proclivity for seeing and reading sex into every little thing that every
person did and said.  I mean, yes, I've met a few others like me, but I had
to remind myself that most people didn't fall into the same "obsessed"
category that I did.

So was it just my imagination, or was the lump in his spandex growing?  Even
if it wasn't, it was still an attractive sight.  There was a moment or two
while I looked at his package, and then I looked up into his face again.  He
was smiling, a big grin.

I was going to get lucky today after all!

Sometimes my sexual mind just takes over, and I lose all touch with
propriety and common sense.  This was one of those banner days.  I pulled
the handle and opened up my door, getting out of the car.  I had a big hard
on now, one that his eyes went to right away.  I closed the door and walked
towards him, my steps making loud crunching noises that seemed to
reverberate in the late afternoon silence.

As I came closer to him, he straightened up a little, his butt still
precariously perched on the edge of the picnic table.  I stopped a foot or
so away from him, and, looking into his eyes for that last little sign I
needed, I repeated my earlier sentence.

"Yes indeed.  You look like you're in great shape."  I stretched out the way
I said the word "great", like Tony the Tiger, and he smiled again.

Then I reached out my hand and lightly touched his cock, feeling it move
slightly up in his spandex, and hearing him take his breath in.  He looked
left and right again, worried perhaps about passers-by.  I shook my head and
grinned.  "Don't worry, this is a very quiet place.  We're all alone here."

He nodded, and pushed his crotch up into my hand.  My fingers still traced
the outline of his penis, growing inside the sexy spandex he was wearing.
Now I wrapped them, as best I could, around his swelling member, and pressed
my palm against his length.  I couldn't believe how incredible it felt to be
touching someone's cock, lightly massaging it and caressing it and making it
throb in pleasure.  The added excitement of being in a public, open area
just increased the thrills I was feeling tenfold.

"That feels so good," he half-whispered and half-moaned, the obvious passion
affecting his tone.

I moved closer to him, never letting his cock out of my ministrations.  My
mind was swimming in the sensuality of it all, how hot and hard and alive
his penis felt in my fingers, the abjectly sexy way we would look from a few
feet away to voyeurs, two passionate men beginning the world's oldest dance.
  My breathing was fast now, like an athlete, as was his.  Our faces came to
be only a few inches apart, and slightly off to one side of each other, as
my fingers began expanding their touches, feeling the curve of each testicle
as they hung beneath his now-rigid cock.  We were both staring with a fiery
intensity into each other's eyes.  His were a hazel brown, and had a longing
in them I'd not seen in a long time.

All I remember now, a few hours after the event, is that we stayed that way
for an incredibly long time.  I continued to fondle and caress his
beautifully erect penis and balls, and we stared at each other with kindness
and sensuality.  Finally, I whispered "I'm gonna drink all your cum".

He grunted a laugh, his eyes narrowing and focussing on mine, and his
whispered reply was what I'd been dying to hear.

"Only if you share it with me."

He was a kisser!

My mouth zoomed in on his, and in that moment of time he moved to me as
well, our lips crashing together, immediately bouncing off with a loud
smacking noise that I'm sure the heron heard, and then back onto each other,
more softly.  At the same time, I let my grip on his cock go and slid my
hands up to the waistband of his running shorts, trying to get my hand
inside his spandex to touch the skin of this beautiful penis.

Our kiss became like fire.  We were both snorting our breaths out of our
nostrils, our lips continually opening and closing, allowing our tongues to
reach out for the other, as our noses bumped and our teeth touched on
several occasions.  He'd somehow reached one of his hands down and was
massaging my cock, now steel-like in my very tight jeans.

And still the kiss consumed us, as my hand found it's way under his shorts
and his hand began tugging at my zipper.  He moaned into my mouth as my
touch found skin, the area below his belly button, and then into the short
hairs that surrounded my target.  The material of the spandex gave way as I
pushed further, feeling a palpable heat from his groin as I lightly tugged
on his pubes, and he moaned into my mouth again.

Our heads switched sides, our mouths releasing and then grabbing onto the
others' again and again.  My hand made the final push and I touched his
shaft, about halfway down.  We both moaned loudly then, our eyes opening
briefly to drink in the others' and then closing again as the passion of the
moment took us again.  I languorously wrapped my fingers and thumb around
him, and began an up-and-down motion, and the pulse of the blood still
entering his cock made my fingers vibrate.

I can't remember a more erotic feeling.  Nature's creation of joy, the male
genitalia, designed to feel and give such intense and spiritual pleasure.
Pure hedonism, the giving and taking it represents.  The ultimate sexual
icon, made all the more primal here in my hand.  And yet it was almost
equaled by the passion of our kiss, two men lost in each other's erotic lips
and mouth.

For all I knew, a crowd of one-eyed black Episcopalian lesbian nazi midget
nymphomaniacs might have gathered, or a platoon of police officers, for that
matter.  Or a camera crew.  It really didn't matter.  Every thought I had in
that experience was totally of the sensual kind.  I gave myself over to the
moment.  The kiss, just one part of this contact between two people who'd
just met, allowing themselves to serve their own sexual inner beings, was
perhaps the most incredible I'd ever had, though Brad's kiss a few days
earlier had certainly been in the running.  But just standing there, on the
edge of the water, with another man's turgid penis in my hand and his tongue
in my mouth, I can't think of anything else being so erotic in my recent
history.

Finally, breaking the kiss, he whispered again.  "Fuck, you're a sexy
bitch."

Catching my breath, I smiled broadly, because I was hearing what I
considered to be the nicest compliment anyone could give.  His eyes were
burning with lust, his groans increasing now as my hand continued stroking
up and down the length of that beautiful cock!

"And right now Richard, I'm your bitch."

In a flash, I knelt down, while pulling down his spandex shorts at the same
time.  By the time my head got to his waist, his cock was being freed from
it's silky confines, and as the shorts released it my mouth enveloped the
huge purple head.  I WAS IN COCKSUCKING HEAVEN!

The sound of pleasure that came from deep within his chest echoed in the
early evening quiet.  It overshadowed the transitory and distant plane
engines, ringing from one side of the river to the other (or so it sounded).
  A half laugh and half rapturous moan, it was followed moments later by him
tensing up and then spewing his cum into my devouring mouth, like an
exploding oil well, suddenly bursting in quantities unimaginable, drowning
me in a sea of semen.  HOLY FUCK!  I'd never felt this kind of an orgasm
before.  Quite literally, his cum was spilling out of my lips and down his
shaft, collecting on his balls and thighs, and I was still almost gagging on
the bulk of it in my throat.  His moans increased again, both in volume and
intensity.  They were primal grunts, unintelligible and uncontrolled, the
way nature had intended them to be.

As his blasts decreased, I began getting control of my swallowing, so much
so that the last couple of spurts were perfectly timed to allow me to swish
the salty load around on my palette before sending them to my stomach,
letting me enjoy the almost-acrid yet delicious and singularly spectacular
taste.  I marveled again at how much I loved cum.  I knew there was lots on
my lips, and a little trail beginning to run to my chin, so I allowed that
still-hard shaft of cockmeat to fall out of my mouth and I literally sprang
to my feet, so anxious to begin our kiss again.

And he did not disappoint.  He somehow, in the dying light, saw the dribble
on my chin and his tongue came out, licking it off in an upward fashion so
that he could immediately swoop his tongue into my open mouth.  Our lips,
sealed with a thin membrane of his man-seed, joined again, each of us trying
to grab and swallow whatever cum we could.  My hand had returned to his
shaft, and I couldn't believe he was still throbbing hard and pulsing out
little rivulets of cum.  THIS MAN CAN CUM!

Our kiss was short-lived.  We both heard the car coming, we both knew we had
to instantly stop what we were doing.  There was just enough time for me to
step back, and for him to pull up his shorts and look presentable before we
were bathed in the headlights of the car.  As it got closer, we were able to
see it was a couple of kids in daddy's car, the throbbing base of the
speakers blasting out a rap song, the words disheveled and meaningless.

I looked at Richard.  He looked at me.  We both knew our time was over.  It
was obvious these kids had come to hang out, perhaps to meet more of their
friends.  It was a Friday night, and they'd have some beers and maybe some
dope and they'd start their partying.  Oh well, I thought, at least I did
get to drink his cum!

"What are you doing tomorrow?" he asked.

"I'm busy, actually.  I have a date."

He smiled.  "What about Sunday?"

"I'll be here about nine, riding my bike.  There's some trails that lead
away from the road and the river just down about a mile from here, past
Three Road.  There's lots of places for two people to go private.  Care to
join me?"

Richard grinned from ear to ear.  "I'll be here."  He paused, slipping his
fanny pack back on as he prepared to run off.  "And I'd like to hear all
about your date, too.  Does he kiss you like I just did?"

I nodded.  "Pretty damn close."

"Hmm," he nodded.  "I'll just have to try harder on Sunday."

What a touching thing to say!  I beamed at that point, I'm sure.

"Does he fuck you, too?"

"I hope so!"  My lust for it was evident.  Richard just looked at me, a
longing desirous glance.

"Good.  Then your ass will be nice and ready for my cock."

With that, he blew me a kiss, said good-bye and started off running again, I
presumed towards his home.  I stood, alive and aroused and erect, astonished
at the week I'd had, and looking forward to the next two days with a
reverent awe.

I was really starting to get used to all this cock in my life!

End of Down on Dyke Road Part 3.

More to come.

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