Date: Mon, 15 May 2000 15:28:07 EDT
From: davidlhass@hotmail.com
Subject: The Vike with the Bike

     It was hard to believe that on my way home, I ran out of gas and
walked along a county road about 15 minutes from home when a motor cycle
passed me.  I shuddered because it was a Hog and the guy on it was big.
All I saw was he was wearing leathers and had a long blond braid.  His
passing me made so much noise it scared me for a moment and then I saw he
had long, long legs, tiny waist, boots and a German officer helmet.  He
wore no shirt and his vest allowed a good portion of his blond hairy chest
and his powerful abdominal to show.  I couldn't help but thrill at the
nudity as I always do, especially on a biker, a young vital taut body
handling the shiny noisy hog with authority.  It filled my mind with all
the romantic ideas of such guys plus the fear of the unknown.  He looked
slightly familiar, but I couldn't place where I might have seen him before.
A real character out of the past.  The bikers have a great reputation for
being loose, free and easy, some are physically violent, always aggressive
and they all ride around with that big motor between their legs, popping
and throbbing and keeping them in a constant horny hardon.  The myth is
exciting.  Here I am in a sports coat, white shirt, slacks, plain shoes,
plain hair.  Big contrast.  Here I am 35 now and still wary of the recent
stories heard about the bikers in the sixties.
     In the distance, I start to hear the cycle again coming back from
where it disappeared.  It got louder.  The same guy comes up over a small
hill towards me.  I walk on trying to look inconspicuous.  When he passes
me, I hear him slow down then he turns in the road and up past me and
stops.  He turns, taking off his hat and says, You run out of gas or what.
     Yeah, I did.
     Want a ride?
     I know of a store up here a couple of miles, I was going to call for
help As I talked, I realized where I had seen him before.  I had gone to a
dance and when I got back from the floor late that night, a handsome blond,
his hair long and flowing down and across his back and shoulders, was
sitting on a stool next to where I was sitting.  When I walked up, I gave
him a short nod, he nodded back I sat.  It was crowded.  Our stools were
almost too close.  I was entranced with his beautiful hair and how he kept
running his fingers through it to pull it out of his sight.  Our legs
bumped a couple of times, accidentally, and he turned to look me in the
eyes and held my gaze a couple of moments.  He made me nervous and excited.
Nothing else happened and here he was now trying to make contact on the
road.  He wasn't near as big as he appeared on the bike.  I felt better,
but still...
      Jump on.  I'll give you a ride.
      No, thanks.  I want to walk.  The hair stood up on the back of my
neck as I walked by him as cool as I could muster.  He watched me, quiet.
      Do you know Mario.  My buddy that works at the college nights?  That
stopped me in my tracks.  Mario, just last week, had , for the first time
in my life, had fucked me in my ass, twice.  He came to my room the first
time, seduced me, willingly and the second time, he took my ass while we
were standing at the back wall in an all school assembly.  Again, it was
willingly, hotly, thankfully.
       You mean Mario, the custodian, at the college?
       Yeah, that's the guy.  He's a bud of mine and he told me you two had
a great time together.  I asked him about you and he said you might want
some fun if I was real nice.  He described you and your old car.  I decided
it would be worth it to look for myself.
       You look familiar.  Didn't I see you at Jack's Place a while ago?
       Yeah.
       I remember you.  I remember your great looking hair.  We sat next to
each other.
       That was me.  I wondered about you then.  But we couldn't do nothing
there.
       We could have talked.  I get shy around some guy that looks good as
you.  What do you mean by real nice?  Do you mean like Mario?
       Yeah, and maybe even more.
       Mario doesn't have a mean bone in his body.  Are you like that?
       I never hurt anyone in my life I liked.  I felt I could trust what
he said.  I gulped inside checking out this long drink of water, sitting on
his bike in the full leather pants, vest and jacket.  He had high cheek
bones.  His face was flat planes of his jaw, chin, forehead, clear skin,
large facial features, large everything, including his basket.  I didn't
stare, but I think he knew I was checking him out because he rather
stretched, pointed his left knee to me showing a long hunk of meat curving
down his leg. He stretched his hands behind his head.  I saw his massive
chest, large nipples and flat rippled belly all covered with light blond
hair.  He was goddam beautiful.
       So, you want a ride, or what?
       I don't know.  You must workout.  You sure got a great physique.  I
watched you dance alone wearing levis and a pirate shirt.  You dance good.
       Thanks, Dude.
       How can I get on a bike with someone I don't know?  Sounds crazy.
       Not really.  We already kind of met each other, you know what I
want.  I know you won't regret it.  He said you were new to this and I want
to teach you some stuff you've never even dreamed about.  Mario said you
were more open and willing than any ass he'd ever had.  That's what I like.
He was convincing me.
       You smooth talking SOB.  He stared at me, quiet smile.  I've never
been on a bike before.  It kind of scares me.  His face broke into a big
smile, all teeth and generous lips.
       You never been on a bike?
       No.
       Well, you got to try everything once don't you?  I'll take it easy
so you won't feel threatened.  Well - - - Hop on behind me.  I walked up to
him almost trembling from just being so close to such a hunk that seemed
interested in me.  The seat was long so I didn't have to touch him when I
straddled it.
                         Where do I put my feet.  His smell of leather
intoxicated me.  He turned and looking me in the eyes said,
                        First thing is, you got to sit close to me so you
can hold on.  I turned red and moved up trying to barely touch him.  It
wasn't that I didn't want to,
                        Don't tell anyone, he said, but you better clamp my
butt with your legs, and put your hands on my waist so you feel safe.  No
seat belt here.  I pressed him with my legs and lay my hands at his waist.
"That's better.  He stood up a bit and sat back down almost in my lap, then
he moved his ass back & forth until we were as snug as possible.  That's
better he said.  Still red, I couldn't help but feel my cock getting hard,
all this grinding of his ass at me.  I couldn't help pressing back a bit
pretending to be getting settled.
                         How's it going?  You all right, dude?  I grunted,
                        Yes.  He balanced us and took off.  It was more
power than I expected and I grabbed his waist hard and low and held on.
The sudden noise, speed, and feeling his tight stomach muscles with the
soft hair and his silky smooth nakedness mixed some fear with eroticness.
We hit a straight-away and he kind of laid back on me; awfully forward way
for a stranger to act.  I liked it though.  I finally realized that part of
the excitement with this hunkin' dude was the great smell of his leather.
His coat smell and open vest smell were so strong it acted like some kind
of aphrodisiac, not that I needed any help.  I loved the leather smell.
     We rode for a while then he pulled my hands, slowly, up to his chest.
The hair was soft, his pecs hard, nipples taut.  I tried not to act as if
I've never done any of this but wasn't too cool.  He stretched his chest
under my hands and let me rub all I wanted.  Next, he pulled my hands down
to his waist , so I felt his waist girdle, his belly button, his hair line
from his pecks down into his pants, his wonderful abdominals without trying
to go ape.  We rode that way a while.  Good rubbing.  Then he pushed my
hands down between his legs and had me hold on a hand to each side.  My
right hand was right there, on top of his wonderful cock and balls.  I near
died, knowing he'd let me know what he wanted.  He squeezed my hands
between his legs to encourage it to grow.  I tried not to move it, just the
normal vibrations.  It got harder, fatter and longer stretching his leather
pants to the limit.  I gave in and massaged it, measuring it, loving it and
pulling all I could.
                        You got that right.  I'm hot and horny.  Then he
reached back be- tween us and put his hand under my balls and pressed his
palm against my cock.  I pressed back and lay my whole bod against his
back, flying through the air feeling like I was riding a blond bronco
wearing a living jockstrap. He lifted me as I pulled on his and we both got
dam hot.  He pulled his hand back and reaching down unzipped his pants and
I felt and watched around his side as he tugged and pulled his hard prick
all out of his pants.  It rode straight up in his lap with a fat knob on
top.  I grabbed it with both hands and the knob was still out in the open.
I slid my hands up and down and he shouted,
                        Oh, shit, that's great.  Get me off!  Here we were
screaming down the county road, two hardons, one inexperienced and normal,
the other, a hog freak dressed in leather having his cock jacked off by a
fey who is also trying to get HIS cock under and as near to the hog freak's
asshole as possible.  The bike supplies all the bumping and jerking
necessary to have great sex.  And the engine did supply lots of vibration
for your groin, your asshole, and your legs.  IT WAS FUCKIN' GREAT!  We
continued down the road past my phone like this for about 3 miles then he
slowed down and turned off on a dirt road into an orchard for a mile or so.
Then he stopped.  Now I was embarrassed again.  Way out in no where with a
bike freak holding on to his huge monster.  He leaned left, threw his arm
around my neck and said,
                         Keep at it, I love the feel of your virgin hands
pulling on my meat.  Keep at it, Dude!  I loved the hard rubbery feel in my
hands and leaned to watch it as I jagged it.  I couldn't believe how hot
and totally dry it felt.  He pulled me off the bike and said,
                        You want to get it in your mouth?
                         God, YES. I held on to it, slid down his leather
leg and sat my ass on his booted foot, leaned to it, first lickin' up and
down the sides then I swallowed the head.  It almost filled my whole mouth.
I opened my throat as wide as possible and was able to get about half of
his cock in.  He grunted and reached for my cock.  He treated it real nice
right from the beginning.  Then he stood, undid my pants pushed his pants
down and said,
                        Lets do a 69.  He laid on the ground, I straddled
his head, sat my ass above his face, then licked my way down his lower
belly then up his cock, and started sucking again.  He pulled his face up,
his hands locked above my ass and swallowed my cock with the strongest
suction I had ever felt.  He kept it up for a while then I felt him lick my
leg creases below my cock, then he took in both my balls at the same time
and sucked more gently, then he licked the root of my hard.  I had never
felt any of this before and was near going out of my mind.  It was so hot
and slippery down there, my cock bouncing my balls ascending, my legs
feeling oiled and clamping his head.  I was near ecstasy.  Everything was
so personal, and too close feeling, nasty and dirty and great, great,
great.


What really made me vulnerable was that he was close to my asshole which
was spread, out in the open, exposed to all the world in the shade of the
fruit trees.  And it was open in a way that made me feel a draft on the
very pucker that doesn't ever see the light of day.  Hardly ever. I felt
like it needed protection.  It had been touched before by Mario's big cock
sawing back and forth on it, by his finger fucking me inside my pants in
the assembly, by my sitting on his cock the first time he seduced me.  It
wasn't a virgin, but all of that had been done sort of in the dark.  Now it
was all out in the open in the sun for all to attack or watch.  I couldn't
help reaching back to lay my hand over it.  Also to rub it just a little to
feel the incredible tickle that homes there.  Now I felt more secure as I
sucked my Viking in Leather's great cock and enjoyed his nasty slobberings
all around my genitals.
        I was still in a kind of shock and wonder that, even though I've
already been sucked and fucked by 2 or 3 other guys, in my thirty-five
years, that had all just happened in the last week.  So I didn't feel jaded
at all.  I still felt it was all new, dream like.  I still wasn't sure any
of it had happened.  Each time something happened, old or new, I could
hardly believe it.  I was in wonder that it was happening to me.
 What a dullard life I'd been living until now.  It was there in my
fantasies but I never thought it would happen for real and that it was much
more exciting and involved than any fantasy could possibly encompass.

        His licking my cock root and the bottom edges of my ass cheeks made
me very nervous.  He was so close to my asshole, his nose would brush my
protective fingers as he inspected all my private places.  My cock was
jerking with excitement the closer he got to that most central private
spot.  He licked my fingers then said,
                         Have you ever been rimmed?
                         What's rimmed?
                         I'll show you.  He pulled my ass down, a little
forward and I felt his tongue come up to my fingers, sucking and lathering
them a little.  I was ready to lose my mind when suddenly he grabbed my
hand, pulled it away and zeroed in on my asshole with an open, hot saliva
mouth and tongue thrashing and sucking at my very innards.
        I blurted a stifled scream and jerked forward to get him away.  He
couldn't be eating my ass.  He grabbed my hips and pulled me back to his
mouth continuing wide tongue laps and pointed tongue invasions of the very
center of my being.  I struggled to get away from him but I was no match
for his strength.  He held me tight and his tongue melted me both inside
and out. My cock jerked rigid, his cock fell from my mouth with a juicy
thud on his belly, stood up half and fell with a splash.  Don't!!!  You're
eating my SHIT HOLE!  He continued slathering it.
                         Fucking great, isn't it?!  Don't worry.  There's
no smell or shit or I wouldn't have touched you.  Then he dove back in, his
long tongue reaming my hole.  My body involuntarily jerking each time he
stuck his tongue in me.  I came out of the shock a little and tried to
relax knowing I wasn't being tongue raped fucked by a Mad Viking who liked
to eat shit out of unsuspecting young men's assholes.  I was still in a
daze, eyes closed, back arched now to give him better access.  I luxuriated
trying to take in the strangest, most wonderful feeling of having a slick
tongue press, slip, slide and fuck my most intimate being.  As I relaxed
more, it got more exciting feeling more of his tongue, thicker and longer,
reach deeper and deeper into my secrets.  I couldn't believe any of this.
                         SUCK MY COCK!  I came out of my reverie and looked
to his great wet cock jerking for my attention.  I sank on it gladly
 and sucked with joy.  He hunched into my face, my throat as he tongue
fucked me with heavy passion.  I was being fucked at both ends by my macho,
manly Viking and was in heaven. It didn't last long, as his humping
suddenly stopped, his cock grew rigid, his tongue stopped deep in my ass
and my cock got rigid without being touched.  First I felt his great throw
of cum in my throat, it triggered me to shoot and I felt my ass pinch his
tongue at the same time.  He didn't pull out but pressed even a hair deeper
as I felt and smelled his cock pump more and more into my mouth.  My cock
near sprayed all over his belly and chest.  I was making loud gasping and
sucking noises and he was humming approval.  Eventually, everything
stopped, totally spent.
                        Lick your cum off my chest.  He lay there smiling.
I did it happily.  I ventured over every bit of his belly and chest
cleaning him up.  I licked some off his vest, his coat sleeve, I lingered
over his tits.  He smiled lazily and pulled me up to his face.
                       Lay on me.  Then he gave me a long lazy kiss and we
just sort of run down in a cooling glow.  I couldn't stand the thrill of
his kiss.  Man to man, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue dueling and he got
off on tasting his cum mixed with mine in my mouth.  He literally vacuumed
my mouth to get as much of his cum for himself.  He sucked my tongue almost
out by the roots.  I hurt for a moment.  I couldn't believe it.  Mario
wouldn't kiss.
                         Great taste, Dude!  He slurped over me, my mouth,
he licked my outer lips, sucked my nose, licked my eye lids, stuck his
tongue in my ear and made slurping noises.  He made a meal of me.  I
couldn't believer this blond Viking, luvin' our luvin' so much.  He stood
up, tossed his leather pants off, and said, "I'm going to teach you to ride
the bike.
                        What?  I can't.
                        Sure you can cause I'm going to get on behind you,
buck-fucking- naked.  I won't let you crash.  We'll stay out here on the
country roads. I looked at him realizing what he was after.  I'd always
wondered if bikers did it on their bikes.  I kicked
 my pants off, I sat first, he told me how it works and climbed on behind
me.
 As he stood to the side explaining, his long rubbery, red prick was
starting to come to life again rubbin' against my arm .  He didn't mind
rubbing and bouncing it off me as he stood there.  So on the bike I could
feel that he had stood it up between us.  As we moved out slowly, it rubbed
us both real good. Then I felt him move back a few inches and I felt the
cock head nudge my crack some.
                        Lift your ass a bit, Dude.  I held the bars tight
and lifted.  I felt him move back up close to my ass.  I sat back down.  My
whole crack felt his cock.  It started at the back, passed and rubbed my
ass hole, rubbed my cock root, past my balls and its head lay right under
my cock.  It was a wonderful feeling all through me.  I tried not to put
full weight on it and it got harder and harder.
        I was thrown back to early childhood, about 5, my first sex dream.
There was this dwarf, cartoon like that was much bigger than me and had
this huge fat and long cock.  I, a little kid, was sitting on it facing
away from him.  He moved and fearing I might fall off, I fell face down on
it, hugging it with arms and legs to save myself.  My first feel of that
hard cock, rubbing my asshole, my balls, under my cock just the way I was
feeling it now with my brave Viking's cock underneath me.  That was my
first lust dream and I know, now, my original love of hard cocks.  I was
about 5.
        My Viking moved his cock real good under me.  Next, two fingers, I
almost dragged us off under the tree limbs, it felt so good.  We did
recover without real trouble and then he said, "Lean forward.  He stuck his
cock head right at the hole.  On its own, it was pointing up and lodged
itself easily just inside my ring.  I gasped and bounced trying not to put
the full weight and not to be entered too fast.  I was not into pain.  It
worked its way in and felt the better for every inch by inch he had to give
me.  It must have been 9" long and even on a moving bike, I felt more
rooted than I ever had before.  It was pressing my joy button and my whole
body screamed, Yes, Yes.  Every time I pulled up a bit it receded than it
would sink back in and touch that button again.  Each touch was better and
more exciting.  My mind was reaching for the stars and finding them.  The
Vike on the Bike let me have full reins and rubbed my belly, tits and
jacked my cock simultaneously.  Our bike barely crawled along missing trees
and gullies as necessary.  Here we were, fucking naked on a hog, his
fucking up into my ass as we moved, him rutting into me like a hog while he
clasped my bod and pulled my cock at the same time.  It wasn't rape at all,
but all I was able to do was keep us balanced and upright while I was being
fucked and handled by a huge blond that loved having his monster cock
massaged by the willing muscles of my prime asshole.

       There are real places in the world that most don't even know exist.
I was in one of those places now.  I loved it. I never knew one could feel
so full of cock, so satisfied, so impaled by another's desire and combined
lust.  As he got faster, fucking me, I made more noise with the bikes
motor.  Suddenly, he said,
       You better stop.  I can't hold back anymore.  I did stop.  "Get off.
I did, disappointed.  He reached into his jacket pocket, ripped out a
rubber, stretched it on then said, "Now come sit on me.  No, face me.
        Yeah.  I threw one leg over his lap and slid down his chest to feel
the top of his cock enter me again.  It had lost some of its strength, but
still stood on its own.  It slithered into my ass channel like a long arm
sliding into a well fitted greased glove. His fucking grew meaningful again
and continued through the strengthening of his cock and the tightening of
my ass channel.  He went on starting to groan and grunt, as I groaned.  He
continued getting faster and faster, gripping me harder both on my back and
cock which he held me to his body.  I then felt his cock harden to the
limit, he stopped, all sounds and moves.  The only thing that didn't stop
was the pulsing of his bruiser as it rubbed my most sensitive spot and
flooded it with his juice of life.  It erupted several times, each time he
moaned after it shot.  The same was happening to my cock against his hairy
belly as his hands, slippery with my cum, held, squeezed and pulled on it.
I wrapped my arms around his head and kissed down into his mouth sucking
his tongue out into mine.  We floated in this state for several minutes.
His cock in such close quarters refusing to soften and fusing with my ass,
we both shown with a hot, red, sweat of glowing male flesh.  Time stood
still, a slight breeze, a small bird sound.
       That was fuckin' great, Dude.  I need your butt in my life.
       Hey, man, you can have it anytime you want it.  We hugged for a
while longer then got up and collected our clothes.
       I loved your sitting on my face, too.
       Shit, man, I couldn't believe how that felt.  I'll do that anytime,
too.  You know, you're fuckin' straight acting for the fucking way you act.
       Thanks.  he said, So are you.  You're so manly, you challenge any
man there is physically.  I'll bet they'd all like to take you on to try to
take you down a peg.
       I'll take 'em on, then I'll take 'em down and shove my fat cock up
their ass, just like you did.  Fuck 'em.
       Hey, it's no problem, you find the right guy.
       I know you've done it, too.
       I have.
       Let me be your papoose hangin' on in front with you moving around
every day with your huge cock up my ass while you did other shit.  Ha, ha,
ha.
       Your ass wouldn't be tight very long, then I'd have to find me some
new young, redhead, ranch hand to take your place.
       I'd like that.  I'd take sloppy seconds.  I'm not proud.

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