Date: Sun, 3 Oct 1999 10:38:07 -0400
From: paul <norseman@mail2.gis.net>
Subject: Eric's Ride (MM)

The following story depicts graphic sex acts between gay or bisexual
males. If gay sex is offensive to you or illegal at you location, or if you
are a minor, read no further.

This is my second story posting. (my first was "Brian") If you like it,
great, I'd love to hear what turned you on.  If not, I still don't really
care so don't bother me.  Don't copy or repost.  It isn't nice.

"Eric's Ride"

Speedos on a nude beach are a really stupid idea.  Just an observation, but
c'mon guys, get real.  Everyone else on the beach is swinging free, having
a great time in the sun just as God made them and along comes the
inevitable band of black or blue hiding the goods.  They really don't hide
much and what's the point ? If the attempt is to avoid a sunburned dick,
you could do what the rest of us do and coat up with a number thirty or
better sunscreen.  Besides, applying the sunscreen is half the fun, as it's
one of the few socially acceptable reasons for fondling your dick in
public.  Ah yes, deep thoughts and ruminations from my vantage point on the
beach.

The beach at this end of the island was formed by a passing glacier a few
million years ago, leaving a spectacular beach head of tall colorful clay
cliffs towering above the sandy beach, the beach itself dotted by boulders
the size of a Volkswagen left behind by the retreating ice.  By timeless
tradition this beach was "clothing optional", a sort of modern day Eden
where men, women, and families with children came to spend the day in the
sun and surf, leaving their inhibitions and modesty behind except for that
occasional damn Speedo. I can understand the baggies or surfer's trunks if
you're truly too modest or hung up and have something you think you need to
hide, but what do you think you're hiding under the lycra/spandex?

Sex on the beach was something else.  Sex on the beach just wasn't done.
This was a family atmosphere. Men and boys had dicks; women and girls had
vaginas and breasts of all sizes and shapes to behold, but beholding was
all that was acceptable here.  Actually there was a lot of "beholding"
going on.  Just last week I was walking onto the beach towards my usual
spot when I fell into step with a group of twenty-something aged women,
giggling like schoolgirls.  Naturally they were there to see the clay
cliffs.  Right.  They finally admitted that they had a rating system for
the guys, and noted a "nine" that we passed by.  I agreed, though I kept
that opinion to myself, and sent them on their way as I headed off to
settle in the sand, noting that they'd be seeing a lot more of me on their
return trip.  Return they did, calling out that I was a "ten", and marching
back along down the beach, ogling all the way. Well, a "ten" might be kind,
but my gym toned body wasn't bad for my mid-forties. Five-ten, one seventy
five, with broad shoulders and thick upper back narrowing to a tight waist
and nearly washboard abs.  Naturally my tan was complete, from my shaved
head to my 7 1/2 inch dick.  My body was hairier than I would have liked it
to have been, but with the deep tan, it all sort of blended in.

 My vantage point this day was atop one of those Volkswagen sized boulders
just at the edge of the breaking surf with a rising tide. Every now and
then an incoming wave would slam against the boulder, sending up a foamy
blast to interrupt my sea and surf gazing.  There was a constant parade
behind my perch as bodies of all sizes and shapes in various stages of
undress strolled up and down the beach.  Not many of the bodies were in the
"nine" or "ten" range.  This was a New England beach, not the West Coast.
Looks might have been important, but they weren't an obsession. Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw a figure approaching from my left.  It wasn't
polite to stare, but I slowly changed my gazing to that end of the beach
and got a better look.  He was a big, heavily muscled guy, and he was
limping.  A very stilted gait slowed his progress, but he was headed my
way, towel in hand.  The towel invaded my space as he tossed it up onto the
rock and made his way into the water.  It's funny how water changes
everything.  The slow and painful movements on land transformed into
graceful strokes in the surf as his body cut through the waves with a
powerful stroke, his butt cheeks glistening just under the surface of the
water.  He was clearly exuberant and in his element, bobbing and diving
playfully.  Eventually he headed back to shore, stumbling to gain his
balance again on dry land.

"That was fucking awesome", he called up to me as he reached up to retrieve
his towel from my rock, shaking the water from his shoulder length dirty
blonde hair.

"You looked like you were really having a blast out there" I replied, my
eyes wandering down his breathless, heaving, tanned body. My god, this guys
dick and crotch were shaved smooth.  Why would anyone do that ?  That must
itch like hell even it you shave it everyday.  A five o'clock shadow in
your crotch ?  Of course, his eye level from the ground was about at the
height of my dick on my rocky perch, so he was in a convenient position to
give me the once over as well. I realized that he was speaking to me and
caught him in mid-sentence.

"--such a drag to have to depend on hitching and public transportation
to get here, but I haven't been able to drive since the motorcycle
accident."

"Are you still undergoing physical therapy to help you with your walking ?"

"Yeah, but with a steel rod in my shin, I'll probably always have a bit of
a limp. Hey, are you by any chance heading back to the other end of the
island ?"

"Well, yeah, but not right away."

"That's OK, I'm not ready to leave yet.  Could I maybe get a ride back with
you ?"

The little alarm bells began to go off in my head.  Psychopathic killer ?
Deranged bikey ?  I didn't know this guy from Adam.  He did seem harmless
enough, and he certainly didn't have anyplace for a concealed weapon.  The
Samaritan in me won out.

"Yeah, sure, I'll let you know when I'm ready to go"

With that he limped off back to his spot on the beach and I leapt from my
rock and went for a long and leisurely stroll down the beach.  The view of
the cliffs was spectacular.  The freedom to walk out in the open in public
on a busy beach on a sun-splashed August day without a stitch of clothing
was intoxicating.  I did my own share of ogling too.  You could tell the
first timers by the band of white around their middles or the overall shade
of sunburn red over formerly white skin.  Ouch! The "regulars" all were
there as well, with tans as deep as my own, and an air of confidence and
camaraderie, truly comfortable in their skin. Dicks were kind of an
indicator too.  First timer guys are always afraid of getting a hard-on,
when in reality their fears usually leave them with shriveled boy- dicks.
Nothing exuded confidence more than a loose-swinging hunk of tanned meat,
bouncing with each step.  I smiled, thinking about my own display , and I
finally decided to call it a day and head back to another reality.  I
stopped by "shaved boy's" spot on the beach on the way back to my own, and
said, "Another ten minutes I figure".

"OK", he said, "I'll pack up and join you".

A few minutes later he had slipped on a pair of cut-offs and t-shirt and
joined me as I was folding my beach umbrella.

"By the way, I'm Eric" he said, extending his hand.

"Dan", I countered.  I didn't say much more as we made our way up the beach
and headed toward the parking lot.  Eric filled me in on the gory details
of his motorcycle accident and his subsequent surgeries.  I gathered that
he was lucky that he could walk at all.  At one point the trail to the
parking lot narrowed to single file lane.  I ended up in front, and I swear
that I felt Eric's eyes staring into my broad bare back and the light
cotton shorts covering my ass on our trek up hill to the car.  I was really
having second thoughts about this ride across the island, but I said
nothing.  I apologized for the condition of the car when we finally arrived
at the parking lot.

"It's an island car.  Nothing too fancy, but it works".

"Hey, four wheel drive and a convertible, I'd say it's a perfect island
car", Eric noted, tossing his stuff into the backseat and hopping up into
the passenger seat.  I stowed my gear as well, and we were off.

"I'm Eric, by the way" he said, with a little edge in his voice. (of course
we had already introduced ourselves, so this was a bit strange) "and I'm
bisexual if you want to do anything"

Oh, fuck, I thought, what the hell have I gotten myself into here ?  This
guy clearly wanted more than a ride back to town.  OK, how do I handle
this?  I was the model of calm and control when I finally replied,

"No thanks, not today."

"Not today or not ever?'

"Probably not ever."

"You're not going to beat me up or anything, are you?"

Wow, that was an interesting twist.  He was afraid that after he came onto
me like that I was going to go postal on him and punch his lights out.

"No, you can relax.  Hey, I've been know to play on both sides of the fence
myself, but not with total strangers I just met on the beach."

I could see him visibly relax, and we settled into a conversation about
being single and bisexual on the island.  Eric wasn't a bad guy.  Once the
barriers were down he really opened up to me and told me about his life,
probably a lot more than I needed to know.  He used to be a driver for one
of the trucking companies based on the island, but since the accident he
only did warehouse and office work, but they let him live in an apartment
above the warehouse as part of his compensation.

We pulled up in front of the trucking company.  It was a Saturday so the
place was deserted. Eric started to get out, and then stopped and shook my
hand, a lingering handshake.

"Thanks for the ride.  You sure I can't change your mind ?  You've got a
really hot body and a nice dick.  I'd really like to suck it. C'mon, come
inside with me.  Just let me suck your dick.  I give really good head.  You
won't have to do anything."

He released my hand from the handshake, but instead of pulling away, he
dropped his hand to my lap and groped my dick.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned.

"Yea, I can see you'd like it.  C'mon inside with me."  Yup, he had my
brain in his hand. A 7 1/2 inch long, hard throbbing brain.  My dick was
doing all the thinking, and I followed.

Eric climbed the stairs to his apartment with remarkable agility.  I was
the one who was limping this time, impeded by my hard dick sticking down
the leg of my shorts.  We barely got through the door when he dropped his
stuff and fell to the floor, grabbing the elastic waist of my shorts and
pulling them down with him.  He steadied himself by grabbing the base of my
dick and took my cock in his mouth all the way down into his throat in one
plunge.  I howled.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Eric you are obviously one incredible cocksucker, but
slow down.  I'd like it enjoy it for a bit and not pop off after just a few
minutes."

He pulled off and sat back on his haunches, panting lightly.  I reached for
his shirt and pulled it up over his head and said, "Here, let me have a
look at that body.  You're a big guy and I like really big guys."  He
stood, leaning against my naked form to help himself up, and I ran my hand
over his chest. I got to the zipper of his cutoffs and had them off in a
flash, exposing that shaved crotch with its now-arching cut dick, a healthy
six inch rod.  I spied a couch nearby and pushed him in that direction.  I
sat down and guided him to the floor in front of me.

"Now, bring on that good cocksucking, my man."

Eric took his time now, teasing the head of my thickly cut dick.  I reached
down and massaged his broad shoulders and thick neck as he began lightly
bobbing up and down, wrapping his tongue around my throbbing pole each time
he pulled off. After a few minutes of this I began leaking a steady flow of
precum, and he stopped to play with my piss slit, teasing it with the tip
of his tongue and pulling away with a silky thread of fluid from my
dickhead to his mouth before plunging down again, eventually getting my
entire length lodged in his throat.  I was really getting into it now,
grabbing fists full of his blonde hair, and thrusting upward to meet his
downward plunges.  This guy really knew how to treat a dick.  Suddenly he
placed his palm on my abdomen and pushed me downward, pressing me into the
couch while he sped up the action, taking full control.  His other hand
pulled on my low hanging balls, and I felt the index finger of that hand
searching my ass slit for the rosebud of my asshole.  He found it.  Boy,
did he find it.  He was tugging on my nuts, deepthroating my dick, and
plugging my butt with his finger all at the same time.  I was in sensory
overload. It wasn't long before his finger found my prostate.  For every
descent of his mouth down on my cock, his finger butted in against my
gland.  I couldn't hold out much longer with this attack.

"I'm gonna shoot soon, so you'd better figure out where you want it", I
gasped.

Eric pulled off at this, and replaced his mouth with his hand, keeping up
his finger assault of my prostate and pumping his fist tightly up and down
on my saliva coated cock.

"Fuck", I yelled as the first jet of come shot out the head of my dick .  I
thought I'd pass out as all my energy and consciousness left my body with
that pulse of sperm.  The first jet went straight up and landed back on
Eric's pumping hand, adding additional sticky lube to the handjob.  The
second stream landed on my belly.  I didn't see the rest because Eric
plunged back down on my sensitive pulsing head causing me to scream.  He
treated my dick as a lollipop, a real cum hound, not missing a drop of my
seed.

"Wow, man, you deliver as promised.  That was the most incredible blow job
I've ever had on either side of the fence." I panted.  "C'mon up and
straddle my lap.  Let me see what you've got."

He didn't waste any time joining me on the couch although he moved with
some difficulty, his bulky form finally rose upright in front of me.

"Hey, Eric, are you sure they put that steel rod in your shin ?  Maybe it
moved, `cause I'd swear right now it was in you dick."

He giggled a little, breaking the tension of the moment.  With that I spit
on my hands and grabbed his smooth six inch gun with both hands.  He
actually did have some stubble around the base, giving it a strange prickly
feeling.  I was going to need more lube than just spit for this one, or I'd
rub him raw, so I began to look around the one room apartment for something
to aid in my flogging.  I spied a tub of soft butter on the table of the
kitchen area and had Eric push aside for a moment while I retrieved
it. This was going to get messy, but should really oil the pipes.  I
grabbed a fist full of the spread, got Eric back into position on my lap
and facing me, and grabbed on with both hands.  What a glide! He started to
get really vocal, a deep groan forming in his throat, rising up to a roar
as he began thrusting to join my pistoning hands.  I worked with one hand
concentrating on his sensitive head, my other well-greased hand sinking
lower to his ballsack.  I took a page from Eric's stimulation bag of tricks
and snuck a finger up his ass.  It didn't take much to penetrate him, so I
suspected that he wasn't exactly an anal virgin.  He began rising and
falling, impaling himself on my finger and rising up into my fist around
his dickhead.  My own dick began to rise again, so I pulled my hand away
from Eric's pulsing asshole and grabbed both of our cocks.  He settled down
in my lap to let me continue the cock-to-cock action, adding his hands to
my own.  We worked as a team, groaning together, two muscular guys joined
at the cock in a knot of hands, writhing in a mass of melted butter.

Suddenly Eric stopped and pulled his hands away.  I thought he was going to
come, and let go of my dick to concentrate on his.  He rose up on his
knees, steadying himself with one hand on my shoulder and reached down to
my 7 1/2 inch rod, moved it into position, and lowered his asshole down
onto it, all in one fluid motion.  I screamed.  He screamed.  Time stood
still for a moment.  Our two bodies were joined as one, pulsing together,
throbbing together, a mass of tanned contorted muscle.  Eric moved his
second hand to my broad shoulders and squeezed with all his might, his
teeth clenched to deal with the sensation of my rod planted deep in his ass
canal.  He began to piston himself up and down on my dick as I tried to
focus through the fog in my brain on his still throbbing cock in my hand.

"Fuck, fuck, ride it man.  Ride my hard dick.  That's it, take it all the
way up your ass.  Get it all.  It's hard for you. Use it, man."  I urged
him on, not that it took much urging.

With a throat roar that rose into a scream he collapsed down into my lap as
far as he could go, impaling himself deeply on my dick and sending up a
stream of cum from his dick.  Suddenly cum was everywhere.  In my eye, on
my chest, on his chest, and finally dribbling all over my hands around his
cock.  He pushed my hands away from his dick.

"Too much, too much," he panted, his dick too sensitive to be even touched
as the power of his orgasm began to fade.  My dick in his ass couldn't be
ignored, and he got back to work, slowly this time, rising and falling in a
determined motion, hands back on my shoulders, staring me straight in the
eyes.

"OK, Dan, got anything left in that dick for my ass?  Eric's ass is thirsty
and wants your cum.  Can you cum for me ?  Can you fill me up with your
seed ?"  His voice was hypnotic, almost a growl.

I answered him with an upward thrust that caused him to momentarily loose
his balance.  A surprised look came over his face and he smiled, as my
actions showed that I was ready to rise to the challenge.

"Alright, that's more like it.  Give it to me.  Let me feel it."  Eric
could be very vocal without a dick down his throat.  It was getting me
hotter than hell.  At one point he was squatting over me, and I was doing
the work, thrusting upward to force my own hard steel rod as far as it
could go into his muscular ass. Since I had already cum a few minutes
earlier, he was in for one hell of a ride, whether he knew it or not.
"Move onto your back", I ordered, and he lifted up and off me, rotating to
the side and falling back onto the couch.  I grabbed his legs by the ankles
with one hand, keeping them together, and forced my dick into the slit of
his ass in one deep thrust, guided by my other hand.  He howled. I pulled
his legs apart and wrapped them around my waist like he was a rag doll,
moving my hands to his shoulders forcing his upper body down into the
couch, his lower body curling upward to meet my thrusts. I wasn't going to
last as long as I thought.  I slowed my hip dance, but it wasn't doing any
good.  I could feel a tingle that started deep in my belly and flowed into
my balls.

"It's gonna be soon", I called, my voice rising almost to a scream.  It was
at this moment that Eric decided to reach around and plunge a finger into
MY asshole.  That did it.  I did scream, "You fucker!, Fuck, fuck, take it,
take it all.  I'm filling your ass with burning hot cum, take it you
fucker."  I pushed in and held, another moment frozen in time as I felt my
cock pulsing and releasing its seed deep in his ass tube, his ass lips
twitching around the base of my rod, his legs squeezing the air out of my
gut, his finger hitting my magic button in my own asshole.  I melted like
the butter, my bald head falling to his heaving pecs, my dick deflating as
it lost its creamy filling.  We stayed like that for the longest time
before I disconnected and sat back on the couch, playfully fondling Eric's
deflated dick.

"Wow, man, thanks for the ride", Eric panted.

"Which one ?" I asked.

We both laughed.